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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 52. As by the dead we love to sit

As by the dead we love to sit,

Become so wondrous dear,

As for the lost we grapple,

Though all the rest are here, --


In broken mathematics

We estimate our prize,

Vast, in its fading ratio,

To our penurious eyes!

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