Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/All the letters I can write

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(With a flower)

All the letters I can write
Are not fair as this,
Syllables of velvet,
Sentences of plush,
Depths of ruby, undrained,
Hid, lip, for thee—
Play it were a humming bird
And just sipped me!

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