Bloom Upon the Mountain’stated, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Bloom Upon the Mountain’stated

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Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’—

Blameless of a Name’—

Efflorescence of a Sunset’—

Reproduced’—the same’—

Seed, had I, my Purple Sowing

Should endow the Day’—

Not a Topic of a Twilight’—

Show itself away’—

Who for tilling’—to the Mountain

Come, and disappear’—

Whose be Her Renown, or fading,

Witness, is not here’—

While I state’—the Solemn Petals,

Far as North’—and East,

Far as South and West’—expanding’—

Culminate’—in Rest’—

And the Mountain to the Evening

Fit His Countenance’—

Indicating, by no Muscle’—

The Experience’—

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