Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.

He will tell me what Peter promised,
And I, for wonder at his woe,
I shall forget the drop of anguish
That scalds me now, that scalds me now.

1. So Bashful When I Spied Her
2. The Bee
3. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night
4. A Day
5. Indian Summer

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