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I. "Let down the bars, O Death!"

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The tired flocks come in

Whose bleating ceases to repeat,

Whose wandering is done.


Thine is the stillest night,

Thine the securest fold;

Too near thou art for seeking thee,

Too tender to be told.

Dickinson: The Complete Works

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