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He outstripped Time with but a Bout,
He outstripped Stars and Sun
And then, unjaded, challenged God
In presence of the Throne.
And He and He in mighty List
Unto this present, run,
The larger Glory for the less
A just sufficient Ring.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Midsummer, Was It, When They Died
- Must Be A Woe
- Publication—is The Auction
- Whose Cheek Is This?
- Our Little Kinsmen—after Rain