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A doubt if it be Us
Assists the staggering Mind
In an extremer Anguish
Until it footing find.
An Unreality is lent,
A merciful Mirage
That makes the living possible
While it suspends the lives.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
- A Door Just Opened On A Street
- I Died For Beauty
- 'Morning' Means 'Milking' To The Farmer
- Success Is Counted Sweetest