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1. Untitled by Emily Dickensin
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It sifts from leaden sieves, It powders all the world, It fills with alabaster wool The wrinkles of the road.
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2. Stanza 2
(ESV)
It makes an even face Of mountain and of plain,-Unbroken forehead from the east Unto the east again.
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3. Stanza 3
(ESV)
It reaches to the fence, It wraps it rail by rail, Till it is lost in fleeces; It flings a crystal veil.
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