Nature
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets
Nature
Sweet is the swamp with its secrets,
Until we meet a snake;
'T is then we sigh for houses,
And our departure take
At that enthralling gallop
That only childhood knows.
A snake is summer's treason,
And guile is where it goes.
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MLA
Dickinson, Emily. “Sweet is the swamp with its secrets.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/376/.
Chicago
Dickinson, Emily. “Sweet is the swamp with its secrets.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dickinson/376/.
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