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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Three: Nature 33. How happy is the little stone

SIMPLICITY.


How happy is the little stone

That rambles in the road alone,

And doesn't care about careers,

And exigencies never fears;

Whose coat of elemental brown

A passing universe put on;

And independent as the sun,

Associates or glows alone,

Fulfilling absolute decree

In casual simplicity.