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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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Wert Thou but ill—that I might show thee

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601 a still – Volcano – Life –

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Declaiming Waters None May Dread

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90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
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