When One Has Given Up One’s Life, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

When One Has Given Up One’s Life

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When One has given up One’s life

The parting with the rest

Feels easy, as when Day lets go

Entirely the West

The Peaks, that lingered last

Remain in Her regret

As scarcely as the Iodine

Upon the Cataract.

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