Beauty-be Not Caused-it Is

Emily Dickinson

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Beauty—be not caused—It Is—
Chase it, and it ceases—
Chase it not, and it abides—

Overtake the Creases

In the Meadow—when the Wind
Runs his fingers thro’ it—
Deity will see to it
That You never do it—

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