It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone by Emily Dickinson
It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed 'twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
Entombed by whom, for what offence If Home or Foreign born -- Had I the curiosity 'Twere not appeased of men
Till Resurrection, I must guess Denied the small desire A Rose upon its Ridge to sow Or take away a Briar.
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