Not probable -- The barest Chance by Emily Dickinson
Not probable -- The barest Chance -- A smile too few -- a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest -- The Soul so close on Paradise --
What if the Bird from journey far -- Confused by Sweets -- as Mortals -- are -- Forget the secret of His wing And perish -- but a Bough between -- Oh, Groping feet -- Oh Phantom Queen!
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