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Lyric Poem · Spring

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved

by Emily Dickinson

I cannot meet the Spring unmoved —

I feel the old desire —

A Hurry with a lingering, mixed,

A Warrant to be fair —

A Competition in my sense

With something hid in Her —

And as she vanishes, Remorse

I saw no more of Her.

This poem is in the public domain.

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