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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a knot— No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery— The Earth lays back these tired lives In her mysterious Drawers— Too tenderly, that any doubt An ultimate Repose— The manner of the Children— Who weary of the Day— Themself—the noisy Plaything They cannot put away—
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The Months have ends—the Years—a knot
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a knot— No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery— The Earth lays back these tired lives In her mysterious Drawers— Too tenderly, that any doubt An ultimate Repose— The manner of the Children— Who weary of the Day— Themself—the noisy Plaything They cannot put away—
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American