These-saw Visions
Emily Dickinson
758 These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents— Quick—Sweet Mouth—to miss thee so— This—We stroked— Unnumbered Satin— These—we held among our own— Fingers of the Slim Aurora— Not so arrogant—this Noon— These—adjust—that ran to meet us— Pearl—for Stocking—Pearl for Shoe— Paradise—the only Palace Fit for Her reception—now—
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