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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 30 of 446 · First Series: Love

Suspense

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Elysium is as far as to The very nearest room, If in that room a friend await Felicity or doom.

What fortitude the soul contains, That it can so endure The accent of a coming foot, The opening of a door!

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