Poem

I reason, Earth is short

Emily Dickinson
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that? I reason, we could die— The best Vitality Cannot excel Decay, But, what of that? I reason, that in Heaven— Somehow, it will be even— Some new Equation, given— But, what of that?

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