Emily Dickinson

They Called Me To The Window, For

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They called me to the Window, for ‘Twas Sunset Some one said I only saw a Sapphire Farm And just a Single Herd Of Opal Cattle feeding far Upon so vain a Hill As even while I looked dissolved Nor Cattle were nor Soil But in their stead a Sea displayed And Ships of such a size As Crew of Mountains could afford And Decks to seat the skies This too the Showman rubbed away And when I looked again Nor Farm nor Opal Herd was there Nor Mediterranean

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