Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Lost Joy

I had a daily bliss
  I half indifferent viewed,
Till sudden I perceived it stir, --
  It grew as I pursued,

Till when, around a crag,
  It wasted from my sight,
Enlarged beyond my utmost scope,
  I learned its sweetness right.

1. I Know a Place Where Summer Strives
2. Unto My Books So Good to Turn
3. Pompless No Life Can Pass Away
4. Going
5. Contrast

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