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 The Birds begun at Four o'clock -- by Emily Dickinson 
						The Birds begun at Four o'clock --Their period for Dawn --
 A Music numerous as space --
 But neighboring as Noon --
 
 I could not count their Force --
 Their Voices did expend
 As Brook by Brook bestows itself
 To multiply the Pond.
 
 Their Witnesses were not --
 Except occasional man --
 In homely industry arrayed --
 To overtake the Morn --
 
 Nor was it for applause --
 That I could ascertain --
 But independent Ecstasy
 Of Deity and Men --
 
 By Six, the Flood had done --
 No Tumult there had been
 Of Dressing, or Departure --
 And yet the Band was gone --
 
 The Sun engrossed the East --
 The Day controlled the World --
 The Miracle that introduced
 Forgotten, as fulfilled.
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