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Lyric Poem · Death & Loss

Those fair—fictitious People

by Emily Dickinson

Those fair — fictitious People —

The Women — plucked away

From our familiar Lifetime —

The Men of Ivory —

Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas —

Who stay upon the Wall

In Everlasting Keepsake —

Can Anybody tell?

We trust — in places perfecter —

Inheriting Delight

Beyond our faint Conjecture —

Our dizzy Estimate —

Remembering ourselves, we trust —

Yet Blesseder — than We —

Through Knowing — where We only hope —

Receiving — where we — pray —

Of Expectation — also —

Anticipating us

With transport, that would be a pain

Except for Holiness —

Esteeming us — as Exile —

Themself — admitted Home —

Through easy Miracle of Death —

The Way ourself, must come —

This poem is in the public domain.

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