POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON
XXXV
THE rat is the concisest tenant.He pays no rent, —Repudiates the obligation,On schemes intent.
Balking our witTo sound or circumvent,Hate cannot harmA foe so reticent.
Neither decreeProhibits him,Lawful asEquilibrium.
XXXVI
FREQUENTLY the woods are pink,Frequently are brown;Frequently the hills undressBehind my native town.
Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see,And as oft a crannyWhere it used to be.
And the earth, they tell me,On its axis turned,—Wonderful rotationBy but twelve performed!
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