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

Part Five: The Single Hound

XII

NO romance sold unto,

Could so enthrall a man

As the perusal of

His individual one.

’T is fiction’s, to dilute

To plausibility

Our novel, when ’t is small enough

To credit,—’t isn’t true!