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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sun kept stooping—stooping</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">152</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Sun kept stooping—stooping—low!<br>The Hills to meet him rose!<br>On his side, what Transaction!<br>On their side, what Repose!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Deeper and deeper grew the stain<br>Upon the window pane—<br>Thicker and thicker stood the feet<br>Until the Tyrian</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Was crowded dense with Armies—<br>So gay, so Brigadier—<br>That I felt martial stirrings<br>Who once the Cockade wore—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=386229" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Charged from my chimney corner—<br>But Nobody was there!</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>

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