The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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Morns like these - we parted. Noons like these - she rose Fluttering first - then firmer - To her fair repose. Never did she lisp it -And t'was'twas not for me - She was mute from transport - I - from agony - Till - the evening nearing - One the Curtains drew -Quick! A sharper rustling! And this Linnet flew!