Tis Opposites—entice, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Tis Opposites—entice

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’Tis Opposites—entice—

Deformed Men—ponder Grace—

Bright fires—the Blanketless—

The Lost—Day’s face—

The Blind—esteem it be

Enough Estate—to see—

The Captive—strangles new—

For deeming—Beggars—play—

To lack—enamor Thee—

Tho’ the Divinity—

Be only

Me—

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