The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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The Angle of a Landscape -That every time I wake - Between my Curtain and the Wall Opon an ample Crack - Like a Venetian - waiting -Accosts my open eye - Is just a Bough of Apples - Held slanting, in the Sky - The Pattern of a Chimney - The Forehead of a Hill -Sometimes - a Vane's Forefinger - But that's - Occasional - The Seasons - shift - my Picture - Opon my Emerald Bough, I wake - to find no - Emeralds -Then - Diamonds - which the SnowFrom Polar Caskets - fetched me - The Chimney - and the Hill - And just the Steeple's finger - These - never stir at all -