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Lyric Poem · Hope

And this of all my Hopes

by Emily Dickinson

And this of all my Hopes

This, is the silent end

Bountiful colored, my Morning rose

Early and sere, its end

Never Bud from a Stem

Stepped with so gay a Foot

Never a Worm so confident

Bored at so brave a Root

This poem is in the public domain.

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