Emily Dickinson — "A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides – You may have met him – did you…"
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides – You may have met him – did you not His notice sudden is –
A narrow Fellow in the Grass Occasionally rides – You may have met him – did you not His notice sudden is –
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"Much Madness is divinest Sense – To a discerning Eye – Much Sense – the starkest Madness – 'Tis the Majority In this, as all, prevail – Assent – and you are sane – Demur – you're straightway dangerous…"
"The Frost of Death was on the Pane —"
"The Soul selects her own Society – Then – shuts the Door – To her divine Majority – Present no more –"
"The Sun went down – no Sweet Repose Permitted on the Road – To look at what the Day brought forth Or what the Night bestowed."
"I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes – I wonder if It weighs like Mine – Or has an easier size."
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