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Morns like these -- we parted

 Morns like these -- we parted --
Noons like these -- she rose --
Fluttering first -- then firmer
To her fair repose.
Never did she lisp it -- It was not for me -- She -- was mute from transport -- I -- from agony -- Till -- the evening nearing One the curtains drew -- Quick! A Sharper rustling! And this linnet flew!

by Emily Dickinson
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