Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Two: NatureLXXXI
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Upon a marge of snow;
It suits his own austerity,
And satisfies an awe
Or in the desert cloy,—
An instinct for the hoar, the bald,
Lapland’s necessity.
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest nutriment to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
But children on the Don
Beneath his tabernacles play,
And Dnieper wrestlers run.