How fits his Umber Coat
Emily Dickinson
1371 How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream— Who spun the Auburn Cloth? Computed how the girth? The Chestnut aged grows In those primeval Clothes— We know that we are wise— Accomplished in Surprise— Yet by this Countryman— This nature—how undone!
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