Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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Too happy Time dissolves itself
And leaves no remnant by —
'Tis Anguish not a Feather hath
Or too much weight to fly —

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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