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853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West The Peaks, that lingered last Remain in Her regret As scarcely as the Iodine Upon the Cataract.
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When One has given up One’s life
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West The Peaks, that lingered last Remain in Her regret As scarcely as the Iodine Upon the Cataract.
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American