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My Eye is fuller than my vase—
Her Cargo—is of Dew—
And still—my Heart—my Eye outweighs—
East India—for you!
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202
My Eye is fuller than my vase—
Her Cargo—is of Dew—
And still—my Heart—my Eye outweighs—
East India—for you!
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Comments1Read this Emily Dickinson's work years ago, wasn't my cup of tea then and ain't now. Much prefer her other stuffs.