Beclouded

Album cover art for "Beclouded" by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Beclouded

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The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem.

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  • Emily Dickinson