How fits his Umber Coat
How fits his Umber Coat
The Tailor of the Nut?
Combined without a seam
Like Raiment of a Dream --
Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
Computed how the girth?
The Chestnut aged grows
In those primeval Clothes --
We know that we are wise --
Accomplished in Surprise --
Yet by this Countryman --
This nature -- how undone!
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Emily Dickinson
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