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When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine
Upon the Cataract.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- We Talked As Girls Do
- All Men For Honor Hardest Work
- From The Chrysalis
- Many Cross The Rhine
- A little Madness in the Spring