To cherish all that withering

To cherish all that withering.
To build a vast aghast.
We are to smoother hithering.
We are to broid our heist.
To linger inappropriate.
To swell within the lee.
To gather us to sober up
Shall not a sacred tree
To which we bare our resist
Our rest
And lucid tone
A tree
To which we carefully
And willingly
Begone.

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посвящение Эмили Дикинсон


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