Emily Dickinson

Like Brooms of Steel

Like Brooms of Steel The Snow and Wind Had swept the Winter Street – The House was hooked The Sun sent out Faint Deputies of Heat – Where rode the Bird The Silence tied His ample – plodding Steed The Apple in the Cellar snug Was all the one that played.

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