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1830–1886

LOST JOY.

Emily Dickinson

I had a daily bliss I half indifferent viewed, Till sudden I perceived it stir, — It grew as I pursued,

Till when, around a crag, It wasted from my sight, Enlarged beyond my utmost scope, I learned its sweetness right.

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