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Joy to have merited the Pain-
To merit the Release-
Joy to have perished every step-
To Compass Paradise-
Pardon-to look upon thy face-
With these old fashioned Eyes-
Better than new-could be-for that-
Though bought in Paradise-
Because they looked on thee before-
And thou hast looked on them-
Prove Me-My Hazel Witnesses
The features are the same-
So fleet thou wert, when present-
So infinite-when gone-
An Orient's Apparition-
Remanded of the Morn-
The Height I recollect-
'Twas even with the Hills-
The Depth upon my Soul was notched-
As Floods-on Whites of Wheels-
To Haunt-till Time have dropped
His last Decade away,
And Haunting actualize-to last
At least-Eternity-
Joy To Have Merited The Pain
Emily Dickinson
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