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Such is the Force of Happiness—
The Least—can lift a Ton
Assisted by its stimulus—
Who Misery—sustain—
No Sinew can afford—
The Cargo of Themselves—
Too infinite for Consciousness'
Slow capabilities.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Houses—so The Wise Men Tell Me—
- Further In Summer Than The Birds
- It Bloomed And Dropt, A Single Noon
- Could I—then—shut The Door
- Could—i Do More—for Thee