The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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The Rose did caper on her cheek -Her Boddice rose and fell - Her pretty speech - like drunken men - Did stagger pitiful - Her fingers fumbled at her work -Her needle would not go - What ailed so smart a little maid - It puzzled me to know - Till opposite - I spied a cheek That bore another Rose -Just opposite - another speech That like the Drunkard goes - A Vest that like her Boddice, danced - To the immortal tune - Till those two troubled - little ClocksTicked softly into one.