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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XIX

by EmilyDickinson
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XIX

Delight becomes pictorial
When viewed through pain, —
More fair, because impossible
That any gain.
The mountain at a given distance
In amber lies;
Approached, the amber flits a little, —
And that 's the skies!
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