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[585]

I like to lap the Miles--
And lick the Valleys up--
And stop to feed itself at Tanks--
And then--prodigious step
 
Around a Pile of Mountains--
And supercilious peer
In Shanties--by the sides of Roads--
And then a Quarry pare
 
To fit its
And crawl between
Complaining all the while
In horrid--hooting stanza--
Then chase itself down Hill--
 
neigh like Boanerges--
Then-- a Star
Stop--docile and omnipotent
At its own stable door--

Reprinted by permission of the publishers and the Trustees of Amherst College from THE POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON, Thomas H. Johnson, ed., Cambridge, MA.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright © 1951, 1955, 1979, 1983, by the President and Fellows of Harvard College.

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