Emily Dickinson

I Reason, Earth Is Short

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I reason, Earth is short—
And Anguish—absolute—
And many hurt,
But, what of that?
 
I reason, we could die—
The best Vitality
Cannot excel Decay,
But, what of that?
 
I reason, that in Heaven—
Somehow, it will be even—
Some new Equation, given—
But, what of that?
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