A fashionless delight,
It’s like the bee,-
A dateless melody.
It's like the woods,
Private like breeze,
Phraseless, yet it stirs
The proudest trees.
It's like the morning,-
Best when it's done,-
The everlasting clocks
Chime noon.
- Emily Dickinson
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