Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ She laid her docile Crescent down
She laid her docile Crescent down
She laid her docile Crescent down
And this confiding Stone
Still states to Dates that have forgot
The News that she is gone
So constant to its stolid trust,
The Shaft that never knew
It shames the Constancy that fled
Before its emblem flew
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