The Notice That Is Called The Spring

Emily Dickinson

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The Notice that is called the Spring
Is but a month from here—
Put up my Heart thy Hoary work
And take a Rosy Chair.

Not any House the Flowers keep—
The Birds enamor Care—
Our salary the longest Day
Is nothing but a Bier.

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