The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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The Wind did'nt come from the Orchard - today -Further than that - Nor stop to play with the Hay - Nor threaten a Hat - He's a transitive fellow - very -Rely on that - If He leave a Bur at the door We know He has climbed a Fir - But the Fir is Where - Declare - Were you ever there?If He bring Odors of Clovers - And that is His business - not Our's -Then He has been with the Mowers - Whetting away the Hours To sweet pauses of Hay -His Way - of a June Day - If He fling Sand, and Pebble - Little BoysBoy's Hats - and stubble - With an occasional steeple - And a hoarse "Get out of the Way, I say",Who'd be the fool to stay? Would you - Say - Would you be the fool to stay?