352
Perhaps I asked too large—
I take—no less than skies—
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town—
My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
Those—dangle easy—on my arm,
But smaller bundles—Cram.
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352
Perhaps I asked too large—
I take—no less than skies—
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town—
My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
Those—dangle easy—on my arm,
But smaller bundles—Cram.
1830 - 1886/Female/American