A chilly Peace infests the Grass, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A chilly Peace infests the Grass

The Sun respectful lies -

Not any Trance of industry

These shadows scrutinize -

Whose Allies go no more astray

For service or for Glee -

But all mankind deliver here

From whatsoever sea -

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