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Emily Dickinson
(1830-1886)
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501     It is a lonesome Glee
502     It is an honorable thought,
503     It is easy to work when the soul is at play
504     It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
505     It knew no Medicine
506     It makes no difference abroad
507     It might be lonelier
508     It sifts from Leaden Sieves
509     It struck me every day
510     It tossed—and tossed
511     It troubled me as once I was
512     It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone
513     It was given to me by the Gods
514     It was not death, for I stood up,
515     It was too late for Man
516     It will be Summer—eventually
517     It would have starved a Gnat
518     It would never be Common—more—I said
519     It's all I have to bring today
520     It's coming—the postponeless Creature
521     It's easy to invent a Life
522     It's like the Light
523     It's like the light, --
524     It's such a little thing to weep
525     It's thoughts—and just One Heart
 
 

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