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The Chemical conviction
That Nought be lost
Enable in Disaster
My fractured Trust—
The Faces of the Atoms
If I shall see
How more the Finished Creatures
Departed me!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- What Inn Is This
- I Could Not Drink It, Sweet
- There Is A Languor Of The Life
- Who Occupies This House?
- The Veins Of Other Flowers