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We can but follow to the Sun-
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind-
‘Tis mostly-following-
We go no further with the Dust
Than to the Earthen Door-
And then the Panels are reversed-
And we behold-no more.
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)