
Excerpt from The Single Houndby Emily Dickinson, 1830–86Nature is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon—Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee,Nay—Nature is Heaven. Nature is what we hear,The Bobolink, the Sea—Thunder, the Cricket—Nay,—Nature is Harmony. Nature is what we knowBut have no art to say,So impotent our wisdom isTo Her simpl...
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