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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

A Sickness of This World It Most Occasions

A Sickness of this World it most occasions
When Best Men die.
A Wishfulness their far Condition
To occupy.
 
A Chief indifference, as Foreign
A World must be
Themselves forsake -  contented,
For Deity.

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