Emily Dickinson

Frequently the wood are pink

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Frequently the wood are pink

6 Frequently the wood are pink — Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town. Oft a head is crested I was wont to see — And as oft a cranny Where it used to be — And the Earth — they tell me — On its Axis turned! Wonderful Rotation! By but twelve performed!