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

Part Five: The Single Hound

LXXVI

TOO cold is this

To warm with sun,

Too stiff to bended be,

To joint this agate were a feat

Outstaring masonry.

How went the agile kernel out—

Contusion of the husk,

Nor rip, nor wrinkle indicate,—

But just an Asterisk.