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It is a lonesome Glee—
Yet sanctifies the Mind—
With fair association—
Afar upon the Wind
A Bird to overhear
Delight without a Cause—
Arrestless as invisible—
A matter of the Skies.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- 'Twas Love—not Me
- 'Twas Just This Time, Last Year, I Died
- I Many Times Thought Peace Had Come
- I Took My Power In My Hand
- It Ceased To Hurt Me, Though So Slow