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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Single Hound XXXIV. Nature is what we see (668)

Part Five: The Single Hound

 
               XXXIV
 
NATURE is what we see,  
 The Hill, the Afternoon—  
Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee,  
Nay—Nature is Heaven.  
 
Nature is what we hear,
The Bobolink, the Sea—  
Thunder, the Cricket—  
Nay,—Nature is Harmony.  
 
Nature is what we know  
But have no art to say,
So impotent our wisdom
To Her simplicity.

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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