Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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The Riddle we can guess
We speedily despise—
Not anything is stale so long
As Yesterday’s surprise.

1. Superiority to Fate
2. Hope (Hope is a subtle glutton)
3. The Forgotten Grave
4. Forbidden Fruit. I
5. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise

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