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The Robin's my Criterion for Tune

The Robin’s my Criterion for Tune
Because I grow where Robins do
But, were I Cuckoo born
I’d swear by him
The ode familiar rules the Noon
The Buttercup’s, my Whim for Bloom
Because, we’re Orchard sprung
But, were I Britain born,
I’d Daisies spurn
None but the Nut October fit
Because, through dropping it,
The Seasons flit I’m taught
Without the Snow’s Tableau
Winter, were lie to me
Because I see New Englandly
The Queen, discerns like me
Provincially


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Poem The Robin's my Criterion for Tune - Emily Dickinson