Just lost when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with eternity, When breath blew back, And on the other side I heard recede the disappointed tide! Therefore, as one returned, I feel, Odd secrets of the line to tell! Some sailor, skirting foreign shores, Some pale reporter from the awful doors Before the seal! Next time, to stay! Next time, the things to see By ear unheard, Unscrutinized by eye. Next time, to tarry, While the ages steal,— Slow tramp the centuries, And the cycles wheel.
~ “Tell all the Truth but tell it slant.” ~
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Image of Emily Dickinson – from the daguerreotype taken circa 1848.
Poem – Emily Dickinson. Complete Poems. 1924.
Joy of Fishes 
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