Emily Dickinson

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

We Can But Follow To The Sun - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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We can but follow to the Sun—
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind—
'Tis mostly—following—

We go no further with the Dust
Than to the Earthen Door—
And then the Panels are reversed—
And we behold—no more.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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