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736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church— That were not, We are sure— As lately as the Snow— And are Today—if We exist— Though how may this be so? Have any like Myself Conjectured Who may be The Occupants of the Adobes— So easy to the Sky— ’Twould seem that God should be The nearest Neighbor to— And Heaven—a convenient Grace For Show, or Company— Have any like Myself Preserved the Charm secure By shunning carefully the Place All Seasons of the Year, Excepting March—’Tis then My Villages be seen— And possibly a Steeple— Not afterward—by Men—
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736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church— That were not, We are sure— As lately as the Snow— And are Today—if We exist— Though how may this be so? Have any like Myself Conjectured Who may be The Occupants of the Adobes— So easy to the Sky— ’Twould seem that God should be The nearest Neighbor to— And Heaven—a convenient Grace For Show, or Company— Have any like Myself Preserved the Charm secure By shunning carefully the Place All Seasons of the Year, Excepting March—’Tis then My Villages be seen— And possibly a Steeple— Not afterward—by Men—
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American