It Is A Lonesome Glee
Emily Dickinson
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind A Bird to overhear Delight without a Cause— Arrestless as invisible— A matter of the Skies.
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