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Glass was the Street in tinsel Peril

Glass was the Street in tinsel Peril
Tree and Traveller stood
Filled was the Air with merry venture
Hearty with Boys the Road

Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations
Emphasized and gone
It is the Past’s supreme italic
Makes this Present mean


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Poem Glass was the Street in tinsel Peril - Emily Dickinson