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

Part Five: The Single Hound

CXXVIII

IF I could tell how glad I was,

I should not be so glad,

But when I cannot make the Force

Nor mould it into word,

I know it is a sign

That new Dilemma be

From mathematics further off,

Than from Eternity.