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That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet
Emily Dickinson
659 That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among— Glows Central—like a Jewel Between Diverging Golds— The Minor One—that gleamed behind— And Vaster—of the World’s.
