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1575 The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings— Like fallow Article— And not a song pervade his Lips— Or none perceptible. His small Umbrella quaintly halved Describing in the Air An Arc alike inscrutable Elate Philosopher. Deputed from what Firmament— Of what Astute Abode— Empowered with what Malignity Auspiciously withheld— To his adroit Creator Acribe no less the praise— Beneficent, believe me, His Eccentricities—
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The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings—
1575 The Bat is dun, with wrinkled Wings— Like fallow Article— And not a song pervade his Lips— Or none perceptible. His small Umbrella quaintly halved Describing in the Air An Arc alike inscrutable Elate Philosopher. Deputed from what Firmament— Of what Astute Abode— Empowered with what Malignity Auspiciously withheld— To his adroit Creator Acribe no less the praise— Beneficent, believe me, His Eccentricities—
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American