I Know That He Exists, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Know That He Exists

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I know that He exists.

Somewhere—in Silence—

He has hid his rare life

From our gross eyes.

’Tis an instant’s play.

’Tis a fond Ambush—

Just to make Bliss

Earn her own surprise!

But—should the play

Prove piercing earnest—

Should the glee—glaze—

In Death’s—stiff—stare—

Wou ld not the fun

Look too expensive!

Would not the jest—

Have crawled too far!

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