Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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The Riddle we can guess
We speedily despise—
Not anything is stale so long
As Yesterday’s surprise.

1. Childish Griefs
2. What Soft, Cherubic Creatures
3. Power
4. Is Bliss, Then, Such Abyss
5. Thanksgiving Day

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