To pile like Thunder to its close
To pile like Thunder to its close
Then crumble grand away
While Everything created hid
This -- would be Poetry --
Or Love -- the two coeval come --
We both and neither prove --
Experience either and consume --
For None see God and live --
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Emily Dickinson
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