Poems ✍️
  07.06.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

They Ask But Our Delight

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They ask but our Delight—
The Darlings of the Soil
And grant us all their Countenance
For a penurious smile.


  Nature simplicity joy reciprocity

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