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dickinson-series01_071-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_071-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	116	4	79	When winds go round and round in bands, And thrum upon the door, And birds take places overhead, To bear them orchestra, I crave him grace, of summer boughs, If such an outcast be, He never heard that fleshless chant Rise solemn in the tree, As if some caravan of sound On deserts, in the sky, Had broken rank, Then knit, and passed In seamless company. Poem XXIV.	cache/dickinson-series01_071-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_071-1890.txt