Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete
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Chapter 95 No.95

The last night that she lived,

It was a common night,

Except the dying; this to us

Made nature different.

We noticed smallest things, -

Things overlooked before,

By this great light upon our minds

Italicized, as 't were.

That others could exist

While she must finish quite,

A jealousy for her arose

So nearly infinite

            
            

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