Just as He spoke it from his Hands
Emily Dickinson
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hands This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design— According as his skill prefer It perish, or endure— Content, soe’er, it ornament His absent character.
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