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 —
(Emily Dickinson)
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