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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning-
Lightning-lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.
Maimed-was I-yet not by Venture-
Stone of stolid Boy-
Nor a Sportsman’s Peradventure-
Who mine Enemy?
Robbed-was I-intact to Bandit-
All my Mansion torn-
Sun-withdrawn to Recognition-
Furthest shining-done-
Yet was not the foe-of any-
Not the smallest Bird
In the nearest Orchard dwelling
Be of Me-afraid.
Most-I love the Cause that slew Me.
Often as I die
Its beloved Recognition
Holds a Sun on Me-
Best-at Setting-as is Nature’s-
Neither witnessed Rise
Till the infinite Aurora
In the other’s eyes.
(Emily Dickinson)
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