Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Superiority to Fate

Superiority to fate
  Is difficult to learn.
'T is not conferred by any,
  But possible to earn

A pittance at a time,
  Until, to her surprise,
The soul with strict economy
  Subsists till Paradise.

1. Hope (Hope is a subtle glutton)
2. The Forgotten Grave
3. Forbidden Fruit. I
4. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise
5. Lay This Laurel on the One

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