A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
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A Cloud withdrew from the Sky
Superior Glory be
But that Cloud and its Auxiliaries
Are forever lost to me
Had I but further scanned
Had I secured the Glow
In an Hermetic Memory
It had availed me now.
Never to pass the Angel
With a glance and a Bow
Till I am firm in Heaven
Is my intention now.
Emily Dickinson
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These are brilliant poems I have from genious poets, music lyrics, and my thoughts.
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