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Poems by Emily
*This is a letter to the world*
This is a letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender Majesty.
Her message is committed
to hands I can not see;
For love of her,
sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me.
*Afraid?*
Afraid? Of whom am I afraid?
Not death; for who is he?
The porter of my father's lodge
As much abasheth me.
Of life? 'Twere odd I fear a thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
Of resurrection?
Is the east
Afraid to trust
the morn
With her
fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my
crown!
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