I Reason, Earth Is Short, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I Reason, Earth Is Short

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I reason, Earth is short—

And Anguish—absolute—

And many hurt,

But, what of that?

I reason, we could die—

The best Vitality

Cannot excel Decay,

But, what of that?

I reason, that in Heaven—

Somehow, it will be even—

Some new Equation, given—

But, what of that?

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