As Sleigh Bells Seem in Summer, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

As Sleigh Bells Seem in Summer

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As Sleigh Bells seem in summer

Or Bees, at Christmas show—

So fairy—so fictitious

The individuals do

Repealed from observation—

A Party that we knew—

More distant in an instant

Than Dawn in Timbuctoo.

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