Poems ✍️
  19.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

I Robbed The Woods

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I robbed the Woods—
The trusting Woods.
The unsuspecting Trees
Brought out their Burs and mosses
My fantasy to please.
I scanned their trinkets curious—I grasped—I bore away—
What will the solemn Hemlock—
What will the Oak tree say?


  Nature guilt Curiosity consequence

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