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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not

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Time feels so vast that were it not
For an Eternity—
I fear me this Circumference
Engross my Finity—
 
To His exclusion, who prepare
By Processes of Size
For the Stupendous Vision
Of his diameters—

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