He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- by Emily Dickinson
He parts Himself -- like Leaves -- And then -- He closes up -- Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup --
And then He runs against And oversets a Rose -- And then does Nothing -- Then away upon a Jib -- He goes --
And dangles like a Mote Suspended in the Noon -- Uncertain -- to return Below -- Or settle in the Moon --
What come of Him -- at Night -- The privilege to say Be limited by Ignorance -- What come of Him -- That Day --
The Frost -- possess the World -- In Cabinets -- be shown -- A Sepulchre of quaintest Floss -- An Abbey -- a Cocoon --
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