Somewhere upon the general Earth
Emily Dickinson
1231 Somewhere upon the general Earth Itself exist Today— The Magic passive but extant That consecrated me— Indifferent Seasons doubtless play Where I for right to be— Would pay each Atom that I am But Immortality— Reserving that but just to prove Another Date of Thee— Oh God of Width, do not for us Curtail Eternity!
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