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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ’Tis an instant’s play. ’Tis a fond Ambush— Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But—should the play Prove piercing earnest— Should the glee—glaze— In Death’s—stiff—stare— Would not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest— Have crawled too far!
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I know that He exists
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes. ’Tis an instant’s play. ’Tis a fond Ambush— Just to make Bliss Earn her own surprise! But—should the play Prove piercing earnest— Should the glee—glaze— In Death’s—stiff—stare— Would not the fun Look too expensive! Would not the jest— Have crawled too far!
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American