Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| NOT in this world to see his face | |
| Sounds long, until I read the place | |
| Where this is said to be | |
| But just the primer to a life | |
| Unopened, rare, upon the shelf, | 5 |
| Clasped yet to him and me. | |
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| And yet, my primer suits me so | |
| I would not choose a book to know | |
| Than that, be sweeter wise; | |
| Might some one else so learned be, | 10 |
| And leave me just my A B C, | |
| Himself could have the skies. | |
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