Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series by Emily Dickinson
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VI. A WORD. A word is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just Begins to live That day. VII. To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or me They may take the trifle Termed mortality! To invest existence with a stately air, Needs but to remember |
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