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278 A shady friend—for Torrid days— Is easier to find— Than one of higher temperature For Frigid—hour of Mind— The Vane a little to the East— Scares Muslin souls—away— If Broadcloth Hearts are firmer— Than those of Organdy— Who is to blame? The Weaver? Ah, the bewildering thread! The Tapestries of Paradise So notelessly—are made!
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A shady friend—for Torrid days
278 A shady friend—for Torrid days— Is easier to find— Than one of higher temperature For Frigid—hour of Mind— The Vane a little to the East— Scares Muslin souls—away— If Broadcloth Hearts are firmer— Than those of Organdy— Who is to blame? The Weaver? Ah, the bewildering thread! The Tapestries of Paradise So notelessly—are made!
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American