POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON
Doubtless we should deem superfluous
Many sciences
Not pursued by learnèd angels
In scholastic skies!
Many sciences
Not pursued by learnèd angels
In scholastic skies!
Low amid that glad Belles lettres
Grant that we may stand,
Stars, amid profound Galaxies,
At that grand “Right hand”!
Grant that we may stand,
Stars, amid profound Galaxies,
At that grand “Right hand”!
XCV
COULD mortal lip divine
The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
’T would crumble with the weight.
The undeveloped freight
Of a delivered syllable,
’T would crumble with the weight.
XCVI
MY life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
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