Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain, --
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.

The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little, --
And that 's the skies!

1. As Children Bid the Guest Good-Night
2. Setting Sail
3. Is Heaven a Physician?
4. So Bashful When I Spied Her
5. Too Much

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