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A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were they pearls, What necklaces could be! The dust replaced in hoisted roads The birds jocoser sung; The sunshine threw his hat away, The orchards spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected And bathed them in the glee; The East put out a single flag, And signed the fete away.
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"Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine!" Dickinson said in her earliest known poem, dated March 4, 1850, and published in Springfield Daily Republican in 1852.
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