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dickinson-series02_018-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_018-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	87	3	73	I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains, And, supercilious, peer In shanties by the sides of roads; And then a quarry pare To fit its sides, and crawl between, Complaining all the while In horrid, hooting stanza; Then chase itself down hill And neigh like Boanerges; Then, punctual as a star, Stop -- docile and omnipotent -- At its own stable door. Poem XVII.	cache/dickinson-series02_018-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_018-1891.txt