No Bobolink—reverse His Singing, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

No Bobolink—reverse His Singing

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No Bobolink—reverse His Singing

When the only Tree

Ever He minded occupying

By the Farmer be—

Clove to the Root—

His Spacious Future—

Best Horizon—gone—

Whose Music be His

Only Anodyne—

Brave Bobolink—

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