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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Light Is Sufficient to Itself

862
 
Light is sufficient to itself—
If Others want to see
It can be had on Window Panes
Some Hours in the Day.
 
But not for Compensation—
It holds as large a Glow
To Squirrel in the Himmaleh
Precisely, as to you.

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