Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/How many flowers fail in wood,

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HOW many flowers fail in wood,
Or perish from the hill
Without the privilege to know
That they are beautiful!

How many cast a nameless pod
Upon the nearest breeze,
Unconscious of the scarlet freight
It bears to other eyes!

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