Those fair — fictitious People —
The Women — plucked away
From our familiar Lifetime —
The Men of Ivory —
Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas —
Who stay upon the Wall
In Everlasting Keepsake —
Can Anybody tell?
We trust — in places perfecter —
Inheriting Delight
Beyond our faint Conjecture —
Our dizzy Estimate —
Remembering ourselves, we trust —
Yet Blesseder — than We —
Through Knowing — where We only hope —
Receiving — where we — pray —
Of Expectation — also —
Anticipating us
With transport, that would be a pain
Except for Holiness —
Esteeming us — as Exile —
Themself — admitted Home —
Through easy Miracle of Death —
The Way ourself, must come —
(Emily Dickinson)
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