As By The Dead We Love To Sit
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As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear-
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here-
In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast-in its fading ration
To our penurious eyes!
Emily Dickinson
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