They Talk As Slow As Legends Grow
Emily Dickinson
1697 They talk as slow as Legends grow No mushroom is their mind But foliage of sterility Too stolid for the wind— They laugh as wise as Plots of Wit Predestined to unfold The point with bland prevision Portentously untold.
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