Emily Dickinson

How fits his Umber Coat

How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream – Who spun the Auburn Cloth? Computed how the girth? The Chestnut aged grows In those primeval Clothes – We know that we are wise – Accomplished in Surprise – Yet by this Countryman – This nature – how undone!

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