Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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Our own possessions — though our own —
'Tis well to hoard anew —
Remembering the Dimensions
Of Possibility.

1. Contrast
2. The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized
3. This Merit Hath the Worst
4. Who Robbed the Woods
5. Going to Heaven!

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