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Poems by - Emily Dickinson

For each ecstatic instant

By Emily Dickinson

A dew sufficed itself

By Emily Dickinson

Through the straight pass of suffering

By Emily Dickinson

His bill an auger is

By Emily Dickinson

I meant to have but modest needs

By Emily Dickinson

Sweet is the swamp with its secrets

By Emily Dickinson

The thought beneath so slight a film

By Emily Dickinson

Could I but ride indefinite

By Emily Dickinson

The soul unto itself

By Emily Dickinson

The moon was but a chin of gold

By Emily Dickinson

Surgeons must be very careful

By Emily Dickinson

The bat is dun with wrinkled wings

By Emily Dickinson

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