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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

We Miss Her, Not Because We See

993
 
We miss Her, not because We see—
The Absence of an Eye—
Except its Mind accompany
Abridge Society
 
As slightly as the Routes of Stars—
Ourselves—asleep below—
We know that their superior Eyes
Include Us—as they go—

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