Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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It was too late for man,
But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer remained our side.

How excellent the heaven,
When earth cannot be had;
How hospitable, then, the face
Of our old neighbor, God!

1. The Thought Beneath So Slight a Film
2. Sight
3. The Hemlock
4. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
5. Sleep Is Supposed to Be

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