by Emily Dickinson
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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
< < < Lay this laurel on the one
Life, and Death, and Giants > > >
Let down the bars, O Death!
Let down the bars, O Death!
The tired flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat,
Whose wandering is done.
Thine is the stillest night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
< < < Lay this laurel on the one
Life, and Death, and Giants > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
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