Emily Dickinson

I’Ll Send the Feather From my Hat!

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I’ll send the feather from my Hat!
Who knows—but at the sight of that
My Sovereign will relent?
As trinket—worn by faded Child—
Confronting eyes long—comforted—
Blisters the Adamant!
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