American Romanticism

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars

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They dropped like flakes, they dropped like starsEmily Dickinson
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They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,

Like petals from a rose,

When suddenly across the June

A wind with fingers goes.


They perished in the seamless grass, --

No eye could find the place;

But God on his repealless list

Can summon every face.