Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/And this of all my hopes—

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AND this of all my hopes—
This is the silent end.
Bountiful colored my morning rose,
Early and sere its end.

Never bud from a stem
Stepped with so gay a foot,
Never a worm so confident
Bored at so brave a root.

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