Emily Elizabeth Dickinson


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Let down the Bārs, Oh Deāth -
The tired Flocks come in
Whose bleāting ceāses to repeāt
Whose wāndering is done -

Thine is the stillest night
Thine the securest Fold
Too neār Thou ārt for seeking Thee
Too tender, to be told.






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