Emily Dickinson

One Blessing Had I Than The Rest

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One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging satisfied For this enchanted size It was the limit of my Dream The focus of my Prayer A perfect paralyzing Bliss Contented as Despair I knew no more of Want or Cold Phantasms both become For this new Value in the Soul Supremest Earthly Sum The Heaven below the Heaven above Obscured with ruddier Blue Life’s Latitudes leant over full The Judgment perished too Why Bliss so scantily disburse Why Paradise defer Why Floods be served to Us in Bowls I speculate no more

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