Not probable—The barest Chance—, por Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Not probable—The barest Chance—

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Not probable—The barest Chance—

A smile too few—a word too much

And far from Heaven as the Rest—

The Soul so close on Paradise—

What if the Bird from journey far—

Confused by Sweets—as Mortals—are—

Forget the secret of His wing

And perish—but a Bough between—

Oh, Groping feet—

Oh Phantom Queen!

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