‘Tis whiter than an Indian Pipe —
‘Tis dimmer than a Lace —
No stature has it, like a Fog
When you approach the place —
Nor any voice imply it here
Or intimate it there
A spirit — how doth it accost —
What function hat the Air?
This limitless Hyperbole
Each one of us shall be —
‘Tis Drama — if Hypothesis
It be not Tragedy —
(Emily Dickinson)
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