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. Contrast
2. The Nearest Dream Recedes, Unrealized
3. This Merit Hath the Worst
4. Who Robbed the Woods
5. Disenchantment

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