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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Two: Nature

LXXX

THE SKY is low, the clouds are mean,

A travelling flake of snow

Across a barn or through a rut

Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day

How some one treated him;

Nature, like us, is sometimes caught

Without her diadem.