Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision
Read 'Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision by Emily Dickinson
Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
The channel of the dust who once achieves
Invalidates the balm of that religion
That doubts as fervently as it believes.
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