Robbed by Death—but that was easy—, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Robbed by Death—but that was easy—

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Robbed by Death—but that was easy—

To the failing Eye

I could hold the latest Glowing—

Robbed by Liberty

For Her Jugular Defences—

This, too, I endured—

Hint of Glory—it afforded—

For the Brave Beloved—

Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger,

Fraud of Death—to bear—

It is Bounty—to Suspense’s

Vague Calamity—

Stalking our entire Possession

On a Hair’s result—

Then—seesawing—coolly—on it—

Trying if it split—

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