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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part One: Life 57. Except the heaven had come so near

Except the heaven had come so near,

So seemed to choose my door,

The distance would not haunt me so;

I had not hoped before.


But just to hear the grace depart

I never thought to see,

Afflicts me with a double loss;

'T is lost, and lost to me.

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