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dickinson-series01_112-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_112-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	85	6	84	To-day her only boy Went up from the Potomac, His face all victory, To look at her; how slowly The seasons must have turned Till bullets clipt an angle, And he passed quickly round! Poem XXXIII.	cache/dickinson-series01_112-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_112-1890.txt