A chilly Peace infests the Grass
Emily Dickinson
1443 A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies— Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize— Whose Allies go no more astray For service or for Glee— But all mankind deliver here From whatsoever sea—
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