It's Like The Light, --
Emily Dickinson
It's like the light, -- A fashionless delight It's like the bee, -- A dateless melody. It's like the woods, Private like breeze, Phraseless, yet it stirs The proudest trees. It's like the morning, -- Best when it's done, -- The everlasting clocks Chime noon.
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