Through The Dark Sod-as Education
Emily Dickinson
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Education— The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidation— Her faith—no fear— Afterward—in the Meadow— Swinging her Beryl Bell— The Mold-life—all forgotten—now— In Ecstasy—and Dell—
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