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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
1482 ’Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe— ’Tis dimmer than a Lace— No stature has it, like a Fog When you approach the place— Nor any voice imply it here Or intimate it there A spirit—how doth it accost— What function hat the Air? This limitless Hyperbole Each one of us shall be— ’Tis Drama—if Hypothesis It be not Tragedy—
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Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe—
1482 ’Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe— ’Tis dimmer than a Lace— No stature has it, like a Fog When you approach the place— Nor any voice imply it here Or intimate it there A spirit—how doth it accost— What function hat the Air? This limitless Hyperbole Each one of us shall be— ’Tis Drama—if Hypothesis It be not Tragedy—
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American