The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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You cannot make Remembrance grow When it has lost it's Root - The tightening the Soil around And setting it upright Deceives perhaps the UniverseBut not retrieves the Plant - Real Memory, like Cedar Feet Is shod with Adamant - Nor can you cut Remembrance down When it shall once have grown -It's Iron Buds will sproutafresh - anew However overthrown - Disperse it - slay it -