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Emily Dickinson

So the Eyes Accost’€”and Sunder

752
 
So the Eyes accost’—and sunder
In an Audience’—
Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’—
So may Countenance
 
Entertain’—without addressing
Countenance of One
In a Neighboring Horizon’—
Gone’—as soon as known’—

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