Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you by Emily Dickinson
Kill your Balm -- and its Odors bless you -- Bare your Jessamine -- to the storm -- And she will fling her maddest perfume -- Haply -- your Summer night to Charm --
Stab the Bird -- that built in your bosom -- Oh, could you catch her last Refrain -- Bubble! "forgive" -- "Some better" -- Bubble! "Carol for Him -- when I am gone"!
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