by Emily Dickinson     It's all I have to bring today -     This， and my heart beside -     This， and my heart， and all the fields -     And all the meadows wide -     Be sure you count - should I forget     Some one the sum could tell -     This， and my heart， and all the Bees     Which in the Clover dwell.

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