Of Brussels—it was not Emily Dickinson
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Of Brussels—it was not
Of Kidderminster? Nay
The Winds did buy it of the Woods
They—sold it unto me
It was a gentle price
The poorest—could afford
It was within the frugal purse
Of Beggar—or of Bird
Of small and spicy Yards
In hue—a mellow Dun
Of Sunshine—and of Sere—Composed
But, principally—of Sun
The Wind—unrolled it fast
And spread it on the Ground
Upholsterer of the Pines—is He
Upholsterer—of the Pond
Of Brussels—it was not
Of Kidderminster? Nay
The Winds did buy it of the Woods
They—sold it unto me
It was a gentle price
The poorest—could afford
It was within the frugal purse
Of Beggar—or of Bird
Of small and spicy Yards
In hue—a mellow Dun
Of Sunshine—and of Sere—Composed
But, principally—of Sun
The Wind—unrolled it fast
And spread it on the Ground
Upholsterer of the Pines—is He
Upholsterer—of the Pond
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