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She sweeps with many-colored Brooms
Emily Dickinson
219 She sweeps with many-colored Brooms— And leaves the Shreds behind— Oh Housewife in the Evening West— Come back, and dust the Pond! You dropped a Purple Ravelling in— You dropped an Amber thread— And how you’ve littered all the East With duds of Emerald! And still, she plies her spotted Brooms, And still the Aprons fly, Till Brooms fade softly into stars— And then I come away—
