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Lyric Poem · Nature

I send you a decrepit flower

by Emily Dickinson

I send you a decrepit flower

That nature sent to me

At parting — she was going south

And I designed to stay —

Her motive for the souvenir

If sentiment for me

Or circumstances prudential

Withheld invincibly —

This poem is in the public domain.

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