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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I'm sorry for the Dead—Today</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">529</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'm sorry for the Dead—Today—<br>It's such congenial times<br>Old Neighbors have at fences—<br>It's time o' year for Hay.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And Broad—Sunburned Acquaintance<br>Discourse between the Toil—<br>And laugh, a homely species<br>That makes the Fences smile—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It seems so straight to lie away<br>From all of the noise of Fields—<br>The Busy Carts—the fragrant Cocks—<br>The Mower's Metre—Steals—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A Trouble lest they're homesick—<br>Those Farmers—and their Wives—<br>Set separate from the Farming—<br>And all the Neighbors' lives—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385843" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A Wonder if the Sepulchre<br>Don't feel a lonesome way—<br>When Men—and Boys—and Carts—and June,<br>Go down the Fields to "Hay"—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>