The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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We do not play on Graves -Because there is'nt Room - Besides - it is'nt even - it slants And People come - And put a Flower on it -And hang their faces so - We're fearing that their Hearts will drop - And crush our pretty play - And so we move as far As Enemies - away -Just looking round to see how far It is - Occasionally -