POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON
LIV
EXPERIMENT to meIs every one I meet.If it contain a kernel?The figure of a nut
Presents upon a tree,Equally plausibly;But meat within is requisite.To squirrels and to me.
LV
MY country need not change her gown,Her triple suit as sweetAs when’t was cut at Lexington,And first pronounced “ a fit.”
Great Britain disapproves “the stars”;Disparagement discreet,—There’s something in their attitudeThat taunts her bayonet.
LVI
FAITH is a fine inventionFor gentlemen who see;But microscopes are prudentIn an emergency!
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