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Poems by Emily Dickinson: Beclouded

by EmilyDickinson
Autumn
The Hemlock

Beclouded

Beclouded

The sky is low, the clouds are mean,
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
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