Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Three: Love
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| ONE blessing had I, than the rest | |
| So larger to my eyes | |
| That I stopped gauging, satisfied, | |
| For this enchanted size. | |
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| It was the limit of my dream, | 5 |
| The focus of my prayer,— | |
| A perfect, paralyzing bliss | |
| Contented as despair. | |
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| I knew no more of want or cold, | |
| Phantasms both become, | 10 |
| For this new value in the soul, | |
| Supremest earthly sum. | |
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| The heaven below the heaven above | |
| Obscured with ruddier hue. | |
| Life’s latitude leant over-full; | 15 |
| The judgment perished, too. | |
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| Why joys so scantily disburse, | |
| Why Paradise defer, | |
| Why floods are served to us in bowls,— | |
| I speculate no more. | 20 |
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