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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Exultation Is the Going

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Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
Past the houses—past the headlands—
Into deep Eternity—
 
Bred as we, among the mountains,
Can the sailor understand
The divine intoxication
Of the first league out from land?

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