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The Dust behind I strove to join
Unto the Disk before—
But Sequence ravelled out of Sound
Like Balls upon a Floor—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- If Pain For Peace Prepares
- He Found My Being—set It Up
- Good To Hide, And Hear 'Em Hunt!
- He Outstripped Time With But A Bout
- Midsummer, Was It, When They Died