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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Five: The Single Hound

LXXVIII

TO-DAY or this noon

She dwelt so close,

I almost touched her;

Tonight she lies

Past neighborhood—

And bough and steeple—

Now past surmise.