Of Consciousness her awful Mate
Read 'Of Consciousness her awful Mate' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Of Consciousness her awful Mate by Emily Dickinson
Of Consciousness, her awful Mate
The Soul cannot be rid --
As easy the secreting her
Behind the Eyes of God.
The deepest hid is sighted first
And scant to Him the Crowd --
What triple Lenses burn upon
The Escapade from God --
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