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Emily Dickinson

Did Our Best Moment Last

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Did Our Best Moment last—
‘Twould supersede the Heaven—
A few—and they by Risk—procure—
So this Sort—are not given—
 
Except as stimulants—in
Cases of Despair—
Or Stupor—The Reserve—
These Heavenly Moments are—
 
A Grant of the Divine—
That Certain as it Comes—
Withdraws—and leaves the dazzled Soul
In her unfurnished Rooms

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