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A Shade upon the mind there passes
As when on Noon
A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses
Remembering
That some there be too numb to notice
Oh God
Why give if Thou must take away
The Loved?
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Much Madness Is Divinest Sense
- A Man May Make A Remark
- Will There Really Be A "Morning"?
- A Wounded Deer&Mdash;Leaps Highest
- A Murmur In The Trees&Mdash;To Note