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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 155 of 446 · Second Series: Life

Poem 40

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When I hoped I feared,
Since I hoped I dared;
Everywhere alone
As a church remain;
Spectre cannot harm,
Serpent cannot charm;
He deposes doom,
Who hath suffered him.

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