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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 22 of 446 · First Series: Life

Poem 22

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I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.

Nor had I time to love; but since Some industry must be, The little toil of love, I thought, Was large enough for me.

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