Emily Dickinson Poem

How the Waters closed above Him

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How the Waters closed above Him
We shall never know—
How He stretched His Anguish to us
That—is covered too—

Spreads the Pond Her Base of Lilies
Bold above the Boy
Whose unclaimed Hat and Jacket
Sum the History—

I am alive—I guess
How sick—to wait—in any place—but thine

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