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This Bauble was preferred of Bees—
By Butterflies admired
At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances—
Was justified of Bird—
Did Noon—enamel—in Herself
Was Summer to a Score
Who only knew of Universe—
It had created Her.
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Comments1I kind of like this Emily Dickinson poem. The language is vivid and feels alive. I'm studying for my English exam, usually poetry is not really my thing but her style is interesting. It makes you think and visualize her expressions of nature. It's really different from what we usually read.