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I dreaded that first Robin, so : : Emily Dickinson I dreaded that first Robin, so,But He is mastered, now,I’m accustomed to Him grown,He hurts a little, though— I thought If I could only liveTill that first Shout got by—Not all Pianos in the WoodsHad power to mangle me— I dared not meet the Daffodils—ForContinue reading “I dreaded that first Robin, so : Emily Dickinson : : Bird Poems : :”