Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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Doom is the House without the Door —
'Tis entered from the Sun —
And then the Ladder's thrown away,
Because Escape — is done —

'Tis varied by the Dream
Of what they do outside —
Where Squirrels play — and Berries die —
And Hemlocks — bow — to God. 

1. Our Journey Had Advanced
2. We Learned the Whole of Love
3. Should You but Fail at — Sea
4. I Send Two Sunsets
5. My Friend Attacks My Friend!

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