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Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard--today--
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today --
Further than that --
Nor stop to play with the Hay --
Nor joggle a Hat --
He's a transitive fellow -- very --
Rely on that --
If He leave a Bur at the door
We know He has climbed a Fir --
But the Fir is Where -- Declare --
Were you ever there?
If He brings Odors of Clovers --
And that is His business -- not Ours --
Then He has been with the Mowers --
Whetting away the Hours
To sweet pauses of Hay --
His Way -- of a June Day --
If He fling Sand, and Pebble --
Little Boys Hats -- and Stubble --
With an occasional Steeple --
And a hoarse "Get out of the way, I say,"
Who'd be the fool to stay?
Would you -- Say --
Would you be the fool to stay?
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