Emily Dickinson Poem

Contained in this short Life

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Contained in this short Life
Are magical extents
The soul returning soft at night
To steal securer thence
As Children strictest kept
Turn soonest to the sea
Whose nameless Fathoms slink away
Beside infinity


Contained in this short Life
Were wonderful extents –
Discernible to not a friend
Except Omnipotence
A friend to straight to stoop
Too distant to be seen
Come to me enacted how
With Firmaments between –

The soul come home at night from trips
That would to sense – have dazzled

Cosmopolites without a plea
Consulting summer’s clock

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