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Let down the bars, O Death! The tired flocks come in Whose bleating ceases to repeat, Whose wandering is done. Thine is the stillest night, Thine the securest fold; Too near thou art for seeking thee, Too tender to be told. LET DOWN THE BARS O DEATH THE TIRED FLOCKS COME IN WHOSE BLEEDING CEASES TO REPEAT WHOSE WANDERING IS DONE THINE IS THE STILLEST NIGHT THINE THE SECUREST FOLD TOO NEAR THOU ART FOR SEEKING THEE TOO TENDER TO BE TOLD
aches to the fence, It wraps it, rail by rail, Till it is lost in fleeces; It flings a crystal veil On stump and stack and stem, -- The summer's empty room, Acres of seams where harvests were, Recordless, but for them. It ruffles wrists of posts, As ankles of a queen, -- Then stills its artisans like ghosts, Denying they have been. LI. THE BLUE JAY. No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us A February day, The brother of the universe Was never blown away. The snow and he are intimate; I 've often seen them play When heaven looked upon us all With such severity, I felt apology were due To an insulted sky, Whose pompous frown was nutriment To their temerity. The pillow of this daring head Is pungent evergreens; His larder -- terse and militant -- Unknown, refreshing things; His character a tonic, His future a dispute; Unfair an immortality That leaves this neighbor out. IV. TIME AND ETERNITY. I.  CHAPTER FOUR OF POEMS SERIES TWO BY EMILY DICKINSON THIS LIBER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN FOUR TIME AND ETERNITY ONE
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