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'Tis my first night beneath the Sun

‘Tis my first night beneath the Sun
If I should spend it here
Above him is too low a height
For his Barometer
Who Airs of expectation breathes
And takes the Wind at prime
But Distance his Delights confides
To those who visit him


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Poem 'Tis my first night beneath the Sun - Emily Dickinson
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