Poem

So the Eyes accost—and sunder

Emily Dickinson
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance Entertain—without addressing Countenance of One In a Neighboring Horizon— Gone—as soon as known—

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