She laid her docile Crescent down
She laid her docile Crescent down by Emily Dickinson
She laid her docile Crescent down
And this confiding Stone
Still states to Dates that have forgot
The News that she is gone --
So constant to its stolid trust,
The Shaft that never knew --
It shames the Constancy that fled
Before its emblem flew --
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