The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot by Emily Dickinson
The Months have ends -- the Years -- a knot -- No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery --
The Earth lays back these tired lives In her mysterious Drawers -- Too tenderly, that any doubt An ultimate Repose --
The manner of the Children -- Who weary of the Day -- Themself -- the noisy Plaything They cannot put away --
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