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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Such Is the Force of Happiness

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Such is the Force of Happiness—
The Least—can lift a Ton
Assisted by its stimulus—
 
Who Misery—sustain—
No Sinew can afford—
The Cargo of Themselves—
Too infinite for Consciousness’
Slow capabilities.

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