Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,
The distance would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.

But just to hear the grace depart
I never thought to see,
Afflicts me with a double loss;
'T is lost, and lost to me.

1. A Shady Friend for Torrid Days
2. Sight
3. Portraits Are to Daily Faces
4. The Goal
5. The Butterfly's Assumption-Gown

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