Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/Through the dark sod

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THROUGH the dark sod
As education
The Lily passes sure,
Feels her white foot no
Trepidation,
Her faith no fear.

Afterward in the meadow
Swinging her beryl bell,
The mold-life all
Forgotten now—
In ecstasy and dell.

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