I often passed the village by Emily Dickinson
I often passed the village When going home from school -- And wondered what they did there -- And why it was so still --
I did not know the year then -- In which my call would come -- Earlier, by the Dial, Than the rest have gone.
It's stiller than the sundown. It's cooler than the dawn -- The Daisies dare to come here -- And birds can flutter down --
So when you are tired -- Or perplexed -- or cold -- Trust the loving promise Underneath the mould, Cry "it's I," "take Dollie," And I will enfold!
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