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Within my Garden, rides a Bird
Upon a single Wheel-
Whose spokes a dizzy Music make
As 'twere a travelling Mill-
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose-
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,
Till every spice is tasted-
And then his Fairy Gig
Reels in remoter atmospheres-
And I rejoin my Dog,
And He and I, perplex us
If positive, 'twere we-
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity-
But He, the best Logician,
Refers my clumsy eye-
To just vibrating Blossoms!
An Exquisite Reply!
Within My Garden, Rides A Bird
Emily Dickinson
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