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Lyric Poem · Sad

Oh Future! thou secreted peace

by Emily Dickinson

Oh Future! thou secreted peace

Or subterranean woe —

Is there no wandering route of grace

That leads away from thee —

No circuit sage of all the course

Descried by cunning Men

To balk thee of thy sacred Prey —

Advancing to thy Den —

This poem is in the public domain.

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