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Famous Poems by
Famous Poets :
Part Two: Nature, XVI
>> Emily Dickinson <<
THE SKIES can’t keep their secret! They tell it to the hills— The hills just tell the orchards— And they the daffodils!
A bird, by chance, that goes that way Soft overheard the whole. If I should bribe the little bird, Who knows but she would tell?
I think I won’t, however, It’s finer not to know; If summer were an axiom, What sorcery had snow?
So keep your secret, Father! I would not, if I could, Know what the sapphire fellows do, In your new-fashioned world!
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