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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 30 of 446 · First Series: Love

Suspense

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Elysium is as far as to
The very nearest room,
If in that room a friend await
Felicity or doom.

What fortitude the soul contains,
That it can so endure
The accent of a coming foot,
The opening of a door!

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