Facts by our side are never sudden by Emily Dickinson
Facts by our side are never sudden Until they look around And then they scare us like a spectre Protruding from the Ground --
The height of our portentous Neighbor We never know -- Till summoned to his recognition By an Adieu --
Adieu for whence The sage cannot conjecture The bravest die As ignorant of their resumption As you or I --
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