The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play -- by Emily Dickinson
The Bird did prance -- the Bee did play -- The Sun ran miles away So blind with joy he could not choose Between his Holiday
The morn was up -- the meadows out The Fences all but ran, Republic of Delight, I thought Where each is Citizen --
From Heavy laden Lands to thee Were seas to cross to come A Caspian were crowded -- Too near thou art for Fame --
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