Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Five: The Single Hound
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| OF Death the sharpest function, | |
| That, just as we discern, | |
| The Excellence defies us; | |
| Securest gathered then | |
| The fruit perverse to plucking, | 5 |
| But leaning to the sight | |
| With the ecstatic limit | |
| Of unobtained Delight. | |
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