Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
XVI. THE WIND.

Emily Dick

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It's like the light, —

A fashionless delight

It's like the bee, —

A dateless melody.

It's like the woods,

Private like breeze,

Phraseless, yet it stirs

The proudest trees.

It's like the morning, —

Best when it's done, —

The everlasting clocks

Chime noon.

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