The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
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The Judge is like the Owl -I've heard my Father tell - And Owls do build in Oaks - So here's an Amber Sill - That slanted in my Path -When going to the Barn - And if it serve You for a House - Itself is not in vain - About the price - 'tis small - I only ask a TuneAt Midnight - Let the Owl select His favorite Refrain.