I think to Live -- may be a Bliss by Emily Dickinson
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss To those who dare to try -- Beyond my limit to conceive -- My lip -- to testify --
I think the Heart I former wore Could widen -- till to me The Other, like the little Bank Appear -- unto the Sea --
I think the Days -- could every one In Ordination stand -- And Majesty -- be easier -- Than an inferior kind --
No numb alarm -- lest Difference come -- No Goblin -- on the Bloom -- No start in Apprehension's Ear, No Bankruptcy -- no Doom --
But Certainties of Sun -- Midsummer -- in the Mind -- A steadfast South -- upon the Soul -- Her Polar time -- behind --
The Vision -- pondered long -- So plausible becomes That I esteem the fiction -- real -- The Real -- fictitious seems --
How bountiful the Dream -- What Plenty -- it would be -- Had all my Life but been Mistake Just rectified -- in Thee
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