The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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It sifts from Leaden Sieves - It powders all the Wood - It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road - It scatters like the Birds -Condenses like a Flock -Like Juggler's Figures situates Upon a baseless Arc -It traverses yet halts - Disperses as it stays -Then curls itself in Capricorn -Denying that it was -