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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 408 of 446 · Third Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 21

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Immortal is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'T is a necessity.

Of heaven above the firmest proof We fundamental know, Except for its marauding hand, It had been heaven below.

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