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Reverse cannot befall
That fine Prosperity
Whose Sources are interior—
As soon—Adversity
A Diamond—overtake
In far—Bolivian Ground—
Misfortune hath no implement
Could mar it—if it found—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Least Rivers—docile To Some Sea
- They Have A Little Odor—that To Me
- I'M Sorry For The Dead—today
- This Dust, And Its Feature
- Who Giants Know, With Lesser Men