Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

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Drowning is not so pitiful
  As the attempt to rise.
Three times, 't is said, a sinking man
  Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
  To that abhorred abode
Where hope and he part company, --
  For he is grasped of God.
The Maker's cordial visage,
  However good to see,
Is shunned, we must admit it,
  Like an adversity.

1. If the Foolish Call Them
2. A Syllable
3. How Still the Bells in Steeples Stand
4. Life's Trades
5. Forbidden Fruit. II

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