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A loss of something ever felt I –
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was – of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect
A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out –
Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is –
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces –
And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven –
(Emily Dickinson)
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