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There are two Ripenings one of sight

There are two Ripenings one of sight

There are two Ripenings one of sight
Whose forces Spheric wind
Until the Velvet product
Drop spicy to the ground
A homelier maturing
A process in the Bur
That teeth of Frosts alone disclose
In far October Air.



Poem There are two Ripenings one of sight - Emily Dickinson