Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| I HAD a daily bliss | |
| I half indifferent viewed, | |
| Till sudden I perceived it stir, | |
| It grew as I pursued, | |
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| Till when, around a crag, | 5 |
| It wasted from my sight, | |
| Enlarged beyond my utmost scope, | |
| I learned its sweetness right. | |
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