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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Five: The Single Hound

CXLII

TO pile like Thunder to its close,

Then crumble grand away,

While everything created hid—

This would be Poetry:

Or Love,—the two coeval came—

We both and neither prove,

Experience either, and consume—

For none see God and live.