The Pretty Rain From Those Sweet Eaves

Emily Dickinson

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The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Her unintending Eyes—
Took her own Heart, including ours,
By innocent Surprise—

The wrestle in her simple Throat
To hold the feeling down
That vanquished her—defeated Feat—
Was Fervor’s sudden Crown—

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