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. The Riddle We Can Guess
2. Playmates
3. Resurgam
4. Sight
5. Remorse

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