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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 398 of 446 · Third Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 11

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The distance that the dead have gone Does not at first appear; Their coming back seems possible For many an ardent year.

And then, that we have followed them We more than half suspect, So intimate have we become With their dear retrospect.

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