Sweet Mountains-ye Tell Me No Lie
Emily Dickinson
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell Me no lie— Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign, Or take the Royal names in vain— Their far—slow—Violet Gaze— My Strong Madonnas—Cherish still— The Wayward Nun—beneath the Hill— Whose service—is to You— Her latest Worship—When the Day Fades from the Firmament away— To lift Her Brows on You—
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