Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

If Pain For Peace Prepares - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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If pain for peace prepares
Lo, what "Augustan" years
Our feet await!

If springs from winter rise,
Can the Anemones
Be reckoned up?

If night stands fast—then noon
To gird us for the sun,
What gaze!

When from a thousand skies
On our developed eyes
Noons blaze!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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