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591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow Heaves ***** of Specks, like Vicious Boy Directly in His Eye— Does not so much as turn His Head Busy with Majesty— ’Tis His to stimulate the Earth— And magnetize the Sea— And bind Astronomy, in place, Yet Any passing by Would deem Ourselves—the busier As the Minutest Bee That rides—emits a Thunder— A Bomb—to justify—
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To interrupt His Yellow Plan
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow Heaves ***** of Specks, like Vicious Boy Directly in His Eye— Does not so much as turn His Head Busy with Majesty— ’Tis His to stimulate the Earth— And magnetize the Sea— And bind Astronomy, in place, Yet Any passing by Would deem Ourselves—the busier As the Minutest Bee That rides—emits a Thunder— A Bomb—to justify—
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American