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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 90. To venerate the simple days

To venerate the simple days

Which lead the seasons by,

Needs but to remember

That from you or me

They may take the trifle

Termed mortality!


To invest existence with a stately air,

Needs but to remember

That the acorn there

Is the egg of forests

For the upper air!