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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Denial—is the only fact

965
 
Denial—is the only fact
Perceived by the Denied—
Whose Will—a numb significance—
The Day the Heaven died—
 
And all the Earth strove common round—
Without Delight, or Beam—
What Comfort was it Wisdom—was—
The spoiler of Our Home?

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