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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

An Ignorance a Sunset

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An ignorance a Sunset
Confer upon the Eye—
Of Territory—Color—
Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
 
Its Amber Revelation
Exhilirate—Debase—
O mnipotence’ inspection
Of Our inferior face—
 
And when the solemn features
Confirm—in Victory—
We start—as if detected
In Immortality—

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