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Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXI

by EmilyDickinson
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XXI

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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