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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Did the Harebell Loose Her Girdle

213
 
Did the Harebell loose her girdle
To the lover Bee
Would the Bee the Harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
 
Did the “Paradise”—persuaded—
Yi eld her moat of pearl—
Would the Eden be an Eden,
Or the Earl—an Earl?

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