Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Five: The Single Hound
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| IF I could tell how glad I was, | |
| I should not be so glad, | |
| But when I cannot make the Force | |
| Nor mould it into word, | |
| I know it is a sign | 5 |
| That new Dilemma be | |
| From mathematics further off, | |
| Than from Eternity. | |
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