My first well Day - since many ill -
I asked to go abroad,
And take the Sunshine in my hands,
And see the things in Pod -
A'blossom just when I went in
To take my Chance with pain -
Uncertain if myself, or He,
Should prove the strongest One.
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My loss, by sickness - Was it Loss?
Or that Etherial Gain
One earns by measuring the Grave -
Then - measuring the Sun -
[Emily Dickinson]
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