Out Of Sight? What Of That? - Poem by Emily Dickinson
Out of sight? What of that?
See the Bird—reach it!
Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep—
Round the Steep Air—
Danger! What is that to Her?
Better 'tis to fail—there—
Blue is Blue—the World through—
Heaven is shy of Earth—that's all—
Bashful Heaven—thy Lovers small—
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