The Blunder is in estimate.
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
The Blunder is in estimate.
Eternity is there
We say, as of a Station —
Meanwhile he is so near
He joins me in my Ramble —
Divides abode with me —
No Friend have I that so persists
As this Eternity.
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