Emily Dickinson

Superfluous Were The Sun

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Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said That syllable whose Faith Just saves it from Despair And whose I’ll meet You hesitates If Love inquire Where? Upon His dateless Fame Our Periods may lie As Stars that drop anonymous From an abundant sky.

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