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Did Our Best Moment last—
'Twould supersede the Heaven—
A few—and they by Risk—procure—
So this Sort—are not given—
Except as stimulants—in
Cases of Despair—
Or Stupor—The Reserve—
These Heavenly Moments are—
A Grant of the Divine—
That Certain as it Comes—
Withdraws—and leaves the dazzled Soul
In her unfurnished Rooms
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- An Awful Tempest Mashed The Air
- How Happy Is The Little Stone
- An Ignorance A Sunset
- I Taste A Liquor Never Brewed
- Your Riches—taught Me—poverty