The things we thought that we should do
We other things have done
But those peculiar industries
Have never been begun —
The Lands we thought that we should seek
When large enough to run
By Speculation ceded
To Speculation’s Son —
The Heaven, in which we hoped to pause
When Discipline was done
Untenable to Logic
But possibly the one —
(Emily Dickinson)
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