Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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This merit hath the worst, --
It cannot be again.
When Fate hath taunted last
And thrown her furthest stone,

The maimed may pause and breathe,
And glance securely round.
The deer invites no longer
Than it eludes the hound.

1. Mother Nature
2. What If I Say I Shall Not Wait?
3. Умерших проще пожалеть • 'Tis Easier to Pity Those When Dead
4. In Lands I Never Saw, They Say
5. The Moon Is Distant from the Sea

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