Poems by Emily Dickinson (Third Series): A Syllable
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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A Syllable
A Syllable
Could mortal lip divine
The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
'T would crumble with the weight.
The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
'T would crumble with the weight.
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