From Us She wandered now a Year,
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
From Us She wandered now a Year,
Her tarrying, unknown,
If Wilderness prevent her feet
Or that Ethereal Zone
No eye hath seen and lived
We ignorant must be —
We only know what time of Year
We took the Mystery.
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