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Not all die early, dying young—
Maturity of Fate
Is consummated equally
In Ages, or a Night—
A Hoary Boy, I've known to drop
Whole statured—by the side
Of Junior of Fourscore—'twas Act
Not Period—that died.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Soul's Distinct Connection
- The Doomed—regard The Sunrise
- I Rose—because He Sank
- He Told A Homely Tale
- The Robin For The Crumb