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dickinson-series02_003-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_003-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	125	7	89	Crackling with fever, they essay; I turn my brimming eyes away, And come next hour to look. The hands still hug the tardy glass; The lips I would have cooled, alas! Are so superfluous cold, I would as soon attempt to warm The bosoms where the frost has lain Ages beneath the mould.	cache/dickinson-series02_003-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_003-1891.txt