Send me her ribbons, bows and flowers.
Send me her notebooks and daily powers.
What an angel, her would-be voice.
Who out of the wilderness called for rejoicing?
Hidden like a jewel in a lifetime's heart
Was she an immortal poetess of meaningful art?
Shining now like a beacon sun
Is forever, Emily Dickinson
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