Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
XXXVII. LOST JOY.

Emily Dick

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I had a daily bliss

I half indifferent viewed,

Till sudden I perceived it stir, —

It grew as I pursued,

Till when, around a crag,

It wasted from my sight,

Enlarged beyond my utmost scope,

I learned its sweetness right.

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