Her smile was shaped like other smiles -
The dimples ran along -
Still it hurt you, as some Bird
Did hoist herself to sing,
Then recollect a Ball, she got -
And hold opon the twig -
Convulsive, while the music broke -
Like Beads - among the bog -
A happy lip - breaks sudden -
It doesn't state you how
It contemplated - smiling-
Just consummated - now -
But this one wears its merriment
So patient - like a pain -
Fresh gilded - to elude the eyes
Unqualified, to scan -
Emily Dickinson
The Poems of Emily Dickinson (Franklin), 335
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