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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 408 of 446 · Third Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 21

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Immortal is an ample word
When what we need is by,
But when it leaves us for a time,
'T is a necessity.

Of heaven above the firmest proof
We fundamental know,
Except for its marauding hand,
It had been heaven below.

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