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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Nature and God—I neither knew

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Nature and God—I neither knew
Yet Both so well knew me
They startled, like Executors
Of My identity.
 
Yet Neither told—that I could learn—
My Secret as secure
As Herschel's private interest
Or Mercury's affair—

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