In lands I never saw - they say
Immortal Alps look down -
Whose Bonnets touch the firmament -
Whose sandals touch the town;
Meek at whose everlasting feet
A myriad Daisy play -
Which, Sir, are you, and which am I -
Opon an August day?
Emily Dickinson
The Poems of Emily Dickinson (Franklin), 108
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