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Dust is the only Secret-
Death, the only One
You cannot find out all about
In his “native town.”
Nobody know “his Father”-
Never was a Boy-
Hadn't any playmates,
Or “Early history”-
Industrious! Laconic!
Punctual! Sedate!
Bold as a Brigand!
Stiller than a Fleet!
Builds, like a Bird, too!
Christ robs the Nest-
Robin after Robin
Smuggled to Rest!
Dust Is The Only Secret
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: death, father, history, never, bird, bold, town, secret, early, dust, native, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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