The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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The lonesome for they know not What -The Eastern Exiles - be - Who strayed beyonedbeyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday - And ever since - the purple MoatThey strive to climb - in vain - As Birds - that tumble from the clouds Do fumble at the strain - The Blessed Ether - taught them - Some Transatlantic Morn -When Heaven - was too common - to miss - Too sure - to dote opon!