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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 60. A shady friend for torrid days

A shady friend for torrid days

Is easier to find

Than one of higher temperature

For frigid hour of mind.


The vane a little to the east

Scares muslin souls away;

If broadcloth breasts are firmer

Than those of organdy,


Who is to blame? The weaver?

Ah! the bewildering thread!

The tapestries of paradise

So notelessly are made!