Poem

This Dust, and its Feature

Emily Dickinson
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today— Will in a second Future— Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure— A too minute Area For its enlarged inspection's Comparison—appear— This World, and its species A too concluded show For its absorbed Attention's Remotest scrutiny—

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