Poems — Third Series by Emily Dickinson, Mabel Loomis Todd

To Venerate the Simple Days

To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or me They may take the trifle Termed mortality!

To invest existence with a stately air, Needs but to remember That the acorn there Is the egg of forests For the upper air!

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