Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/And this of all my hopes—

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AND this of all my hopes— This is the silent end.Bountiful colored my morning rose,Early and sere its end.
Never bud from a stemStepped with so gay a foot,Never a worm so confidentBored at so brave a root.
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