Immortal is an ample word
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
Immortal is an ample word
When what we need is by
But when it leaves us for a time
'Tis a necessity.
Of Heaven above the firmest proof
We fundamental know
Except for its marauding Hand
It had been Heaven below.
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