Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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The one that could repeat the summer day
Were greater than itself, though he
Minutest of mankind might be.
And who could reproduce the sun,
At period of going down --
The lingering and the stain, I mean --
When Orient has been outgrown,
And Occident becomes unknown,
His name remain.

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

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