A Dew Sufficed Itself

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Title:     A Dew Sufficed Itself
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

And satisfied a leaf,
And felt, 'how vast a destiny!
How trivial is life!'

The sun went out to work,
The day went out to play,
But not again that dew was seen
By physiognomy.

Whether by day abducted,
Or emptied by the sun
Into the sea, in passing,
Eternally unknown.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Dew Sufficed Itself

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