Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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The Sweets of Pillage, can be known
To no one but the Thief —
Compassion for Integrity
Is his divinest Grief —

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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