Emily Dickinson

Like Eyes That Looked On Wastes

poem 458

Like eyes that looked on Wastes Incredulous of Ought But Blank and steady Wilderness Diversified by Night Just Infinites of Nought As far as it could see So looked the face I looked upon So looked itself on Me I offered it no Help Because the Cause was Mine The Misery a Compact As hopeless as divine Neither would be absolved Neither would be a Queen Without the Other Therefore We perish tho’ We reign

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