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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Alone, I Cannot Be

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Alone, I cannot be—
For Hosts—do visit me—
Recordless Company—
Who baffle Key—
 
They have no Robes, nor Names—
No Almanacs—nor Climes—
But general Homes
Like Gnomes—
 
Their Coming, may be known
By Couriers within—
Their going—is not—
For they’ve never gone—

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