Emily Dickinson PoetryFinite to fail, but infinite to venture. |
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If those I loved were lost
If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice would tell me -- If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring -- Did those I loved repose The Daisy would impel me. Philip -- when bewildered Bore his riddle in!
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Date: 03 February, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |