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Spring is the Period
Express from God.
Among the other seasons
Himself abide,
But during March and April
None stir abroad
Without a cordial interview
With God.
– Emily Dickinson
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I held a jewel in my fingers —
And went to sleep —
The day was warm, and winds were prosy —
I said “’Twill keep” —
I woke — and chid my honest fingers —
The Gem was gone —
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own —
— Emily Dickinson
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