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1209 To disappear enhances— The Man that runs away Is tinctured for an instant With Immortality But yesterday a Vagrant— Today in Memory lain With superstitious value We tamper with “Again” But “Never” far as Honor Withdraws the Worthless thing And impotent to cherish We hasten to adorn— Of Death the sternest function That just as we discern The Excellence defies us— Securest gathered then The Fruit perverse to plucking, But leaning to the Sight With the ecstatic limit Of unobtained Delight—
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To disappear enhances—
1209 To disappear enhances— The Man that runs away Is tinctured for an instant With Immortality But yesterday a Vagrant— Today in Memory lain With superstitious value We tamper with “Again” But “Never” far as Honor Withdraws the Worthless thing And impotent to cherish We hasten to adorn— Of Death the sternest function That just as we discern The Excellence defies us— Securest gathered then The Fruit perverse to plucking, But leaning to the Sight With the ecstatic limit Of unobtained Delight—
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American