by Emily Dickinson
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American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
< < < Is bliss, then, such abyss
It was not death, for I stood up > > >
It can’t be summer, — that got through
It can’t be summer, — that got through;
It ‘s early yet for spring;
There ‘s that long town of white to cross
Before the blackbirds sing.
It can’t be dying, — it’s too rouge, —
The dead shall go in white.
So sunset shuts my question down
With clasps of chrysolite.
< < < Is bliss, then, such abyss
It was not death, for I stood up > > >
American Literature – American Poetry – Emily Dickinson
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