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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 318 of 446 · Third Series: Life

Lost Joy

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I had a daily bliss
I half indifferent viewed,
Till sudden I perceived it stir, --
It grew as I pursued,

Till when, around a crag,
It wasted from my sight,
Enlarged beyond my utmost scope,
I learned its sweetness right.

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