In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound — Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems
In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound — Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems
In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound — Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems
In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound — Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems
In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound — Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems
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In snow thou comestThou shalt go with resuming groundThe sweet derision of thx crowAnd Glee's advancing sound

— Emily Dickinson, Selected Poems
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