Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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New feet within my garden go,
New fingers stir the sod;
A troubadour upon the elm
Betrays the solitude.

New children play upon the green,
New weary sleep below;
And still the pensive spring returns,
And still the punctual snow!

1. I Went to Thank Her
2. Death Is a Dialogue Between
3. Victory comes late
4. Enough
5. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night

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