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Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling—
Sometimes—scalps a Tree—
Her Green People recollect it
When they do not die—
Fainter Leaves—to Further Seasons—
Dumbly testify—
We—who have the Souls—
Die oftener—Not so vitally—
Emily Dickinson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nature-mdash-sometimes-sears-a-sapling/
