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Whiteness

David Smith
Jan 4, 2018
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388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e'en You had seen An Eternity—put on— Now—to ring a Door beyond Is the utmost of Your Hand— To the Skies—apologize— Nearer to Your Courtesies Than this Sufferer polite— Dressed to meet You— See—in White!

Emily Dickinson

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