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Patience—has a quiet Outer—
Patience—Look within—
Is an Insect's futile forces
Infinites—between—
'Scaping one—against the other
Fruitlesser to fling—
Patience—is the Smile's exertion
Through the quivering—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Made Slow Riches But My Gain
- He Put The Belt Around My Life
- I Have No Life But This
- Only A Shrine, But Mine
- When Diamonds Are A Legend