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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.

Emily Dickinson1830–1886

Beclouded

THE SKY is low, the clouds are mean,

A travelling flake of snow

Across a barn or through a rut

Debates if it will go.

A narrow wind complains all day

How some one treated him;

Nature, like us, is sometimes caught

Without her diadem.