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How fortunate the Grave—
All Prizes to obtain—
Successful certain, if at last,
First Suitor not in vain.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- To Make One's Toilette&Mdash;After Death
- I Tried To Think A Lonelier Thing
- 'Twould Ease—a Butterfly
- Pain Has An Element Of Blank;
- Heaven Is So Far Of The Mind