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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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Poem How fits his Umber Coat - Emily Dickinson