Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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. Alpine Glow
2. To Hang Our Head Ostensibly
3. The Bone That Has No Marrow
4. The Brain
5. Lost Faith

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