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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 109. From us she wandered now a year

INVISIBLE.


From us she wandered now a year,

Her tarrying unknown;

If wilderness prevent her feet,

Or that ethereal zone


No eye hath seen and lived,

We ignorant must be.

We only know what time of year

We took the mystery.

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