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1065 Let down the Bars, Oh Death— The tired Flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat Whose wandering is done— Thine is the stillest night Thine the securest Fold Too near Thou art for seeking Thee Too tender, to be told.
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Let down the Bars, Oh Death—
1065 Let down the Bars, Oh Death— The tired Flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat Whose wandering is done— Thine is the stillest night Thine the securest Fold Too near Thou art for seeking Thee Too tender, to be told.
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American