Poem

Must be a Woe

Emily Dickinson
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty's way— But—once aslant It notes Delight As difficult As Stalactite A Common Bliss Were had for less— The price—is Even as the Grace— Our lord—thought no Extravagance To pay—a Cross—

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