Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -
’Tis the Majority
In this, as all, prevail -
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you’re straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -

1. Going
2. Their Height in Heaven Comforts Not
3. Two Swimmers Wrestled on the Spar
4. Who Robbed the Woods
5. A Country Burial

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