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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My first well Day—since many ill</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">574</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My first well Day—since many ill—<br>I asked to go abroad,<br>And take the Sunshine in my hands,<br>And see the things in Pod—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A 'blossom just when I went in<br>To take my Chance with pain—<br>Uncertain if myself, or He,<br>Should prove the strongest One.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Summer deepened, while we strove—<br>She put some flowers away—<br>And Redder cheeked Ones—in their stead—<br>A fond—illusive way—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To cheat Herself, it seemed she tried—<br>As if before a child<br>To fade—Tomorrow—Rainbows held<br>The Sepulchre, could hide.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">She dealt a fashion to the Nut—<br>She tied the Hoods to Seeds—<br>She dropped bright scraps of Tint, about—<br>And left Brazilian Threads</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On every shoulder that she met—<br>Then both her Hands of Haze<br>Put up—to hide her parting Grace<br>From our unfitted eyes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385939" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My loss, by sickness—Was it Loss?<br>Or that Ethereal Gain<br>One earns by measuring the Grave—<br>Then—measuring the Sun—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>

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