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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life LXXXI |
| I KNOW that he exists | |
| Somewhere, in silence. | |
| He has hid his rare life | |
| From our gross eyes. | |
| ’T is an instant’s play, | 5 |
| ’T is a fond ambush, | |
| Just to make bliss | |
| Earn her own surprise! | |
| But should the play | |
| Prove piercing earnest, | 10 |
| Should the glee glaze | |
| In death’s stiff stare, | |
| Would not the fun | |
| Look too expensive? | |
| Would not the jest | 15 |
| Have crawled too far? |
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