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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 155 of 446 · Second Series: Life

Poem 40

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When I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain; Spectre cannot harm, Serpent cannot charm; He deposes doom, Who hath suffered him.

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