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Classic poem

Joy to have merited the Pain --

by Emily Dickinson

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 --

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