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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 174 of 446 · Second Series: Love

Poem 2

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I have no life but this,
To lead it here;
Nor any death, but lest
Dispelled from there;

Nor tie to earths to come,
Nor action new,
Except through this extent,
The realm of you.

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