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If What we could—were what we would—
Criterion—be small—
It is the Ultimate of Talk—
The Impotence to Tell—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The World&Mdash;Stands&Mdash;Solemner&Mdash;To Me
- If Any Sink, Assure That This, Now Standing
- Speech is one symptom of Affection
- What Care The Dead, For Chanticleer
- Like Her The Saints Retire