Joy to have merited the Pain -- by Emily Dickinson
Joy to have merited the Pain -- To merit the Release -- Joy to have perished every step -- To Compass Paradise --
Pardon -- to look upon thy face -- With these old fashioned Eyes -- Better than new -- could be -- for that -- Though bought in Paradise --
Because they looked on thee before -- And thou hast looked on them -- Prove Me -- My Hazel Witnesses The features are the same --
So fleet thou wert, when present -- So infinite -- when gone -- An Orient's Apparition -- Remanded of the Morn --
The Height I recollect -- 'Twas even with the Hills -- The Depth upon my Soul was notched -- As Floods -- on Whites of Wheels --
To Haunt -- till Time have dropped His last Decade away, And Haunting actualize -- to last At least -- Eternity --
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