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Our lives are Swiss, —

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

Our lives are Swiss, —
  So still, so cool,
  Till, some odd afternoon,
The Alps neglect their curtains,
  And we look farther on.

Italy stands the other side,
  While, like a guard between,
The solemn Alps,
The siren Alps,
  Forever intervene!

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series
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