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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

My wheel is in the dark!

by Emily Dickinson

My wheel is in the dark!

I cannot see a spoke

Yet know its dripping feet

Go round and round.

My foot is on the Tide!

An unfrequented road —

Yet have all roads

A clearing at the end —

Some have resigned the Loom —

Some in the busy tomb

Find quaint employ —

Some with new — stately feet —

Pass royal through the gate —

Flinging the problem back

At you and I!

This poem is in the public domain.

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