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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 146 of 446 · Second Series: Life

Poem 31

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Except the heaven had come so near, So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so; I had not hoped before.

But just to hear the grace depart I never thought to see, Afflicts me with a double loss; 'T is lost, and lost to me.

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