Emily Dickinson

Poems by Emily Dickinson, Series One

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    Mine by the right of the white election!
    Mine by the royal seal!
    Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
    Bars cannot conceal!
    Mine, here in vision and in veto!
    Mine, by the grave's repeal
    Titled, confirmed, — delirious charter!
    Mine, while the ages steal!
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    Pain has an element of blank;
    It cannot recollect
    When it began, or if there were
    A day when it was not.
    It has no future but itself,
    Its infinite realms contain
    Its past, enlightened to perceive
    New periods of pain.
  • b6488641020has quoted3 years ago
    Because you saturated sight,
    And I had no more eyes
    For sordid excellence
    As Paradise.

    And were you lost, I would be,
    Though my name
    Rang loudest
    On the heavenly fame.

    And were you saved,
    And I condemned to be
    Where you were not,
    That self were hell to me.

    So we must keep apart,
    You there, I here,
    With just the door ajar
    That oceans are,
    And prayer,
    And that pale sustenance,

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