The Inundation Of The Spring

Emily Dickinson

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The inundation of the Spring
Enlarges every soul—
It sweeps the tenement away
But leaves the Water whole—

In which the soul at first estranged—
Seeks faintly for its shore
But acclimated—pines no more
For that Peninsula—

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