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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 162 of 446 · Second Series: Life

Poem 47

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I many times thought peace had come, When peace was far away; As wrecked men deem they sight the land At centre of the sea,

And struggle slacker, but to prove, As hopelessly as I, How many the fictitious shores Before the harbor lie.

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