Could live—did live—, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Could live—did live—

Could die—did die—

Could smile upon the whole

Through faith in one he met not,

To introduce his soul.

Could go from scene familiar

To an untraversed spot—

Could contemplate the journey

With unpuzzled heart—

Such trust had one among us,

Among us not today—

We who saw the launching

Never sailed the Bay!

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