Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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I REASON, earth is short,
And anguish absolute.
And many hurt;
But what of that?
  
I reason, we could die:
The best vitality
Cannot excel decay;
But what of that?
  
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new equation given;
But what of that?

1. Our Journey Had Advanced
2. We Learned the Whole of Love
3. Doom is the House without the Door
4. I Send Two Sunsets
5. Should You but Fail at — Sea

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