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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

XXVII

DID the harebell loose her girdle

To the lover bee,

Would the bee the harebell hallow

Much as formerly?

Did the paradise, persuaded,

Yield her moat of pearl,

Would the Eden be an Eden,

Or the earl an earl?