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id: 12242
title: Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
author: Dickinson, Emily
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  The little toil of love, I thought, Beware, lest this little brook of life And thread the dews all night, like pearls, And dream the days away, -Like flowers that heard the tale of dews, The wind does, working like a hand These are the days when birds come back, I think the hemlock likes to stand Look back on time with kindly eyes, I shall know why, when time is over, Storm, wind, the wild March sky, sunsets and dawns; the birds and A thought went up my mind to-day I many times thought peace had come, The day came slow, till five o''clock, Belles from some lost summer day, They looked like frightened beads, I thought; And I ''d like to look a little more Noons like these she rose, It''s like the bee, -It''s like the morning, -We only know what time of year


