There is a finished feeling
Experienced at Graves—
A leisure of the Future—
A Wilderness of Size.
By Death's bold Exhibition
Preciser what we are
And the Eternal function
Enabled to infer.
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Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. more…
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