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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
1247 To pile like Thunder to its close Then crumble grand away While Everything created hid This—would be Poetry— Or Love—the two coeval come— We both and neither prove— Experience either and consume— For None see God and live—
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To pile like Thunder to its close
1247 To pile like Thunder to its close Then crumble grand away While Everything created hid This—would be Poetry— Or Love—the two coeval come— We both and neither prove— Experience either and consume— For None see God and live—
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American