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Glass was the Street—in tinsel Peril

by Emily Dickinson

Glass was the Street — in tinsel Peril

Tree and Traveller stood —

Filled was the Air with merry venture

Hearty with Boys the Road —

Shot the lithe Sleds like shod vibrations

Emphasized and gone

It is the Past's supreme italic

Makes this Present mean —

This poem is in the public domain.

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