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<h1>"TROUBLED ABOUT MANY THINGS."</h1>
<h2>by EMILY DICKINSON</h2>
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How many times these low feet staggered,<br/>
Only the soldered mouth can tell;<br/>
Try! can you stir the awful rivet?<br/>
Try! can you lift the hasps of steel?<br/>
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Stroke the cool forehead, hot so often,<br/>
Lift, if you can, the listless hair;<br/>
Handle the adamantine fingers<br/>
Never a thimble more shall wear.<br/>
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Buzz the dull flies on the chamber window;<br/>
Brave shines the sun through the freckled pane;<br/>
Fearless the cobweb swings from the ceiling —<br/>
Indolent housewife, in daisies lain!<br/>
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