He Outstripped Time With But a Bout, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

He Outstripped Time With But a Bout

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He outstripped Time with but a Bout,

He outstripped Stars and Sun

And then, unjaded, challenged God

In presence of the Throne.

And He and He in mighty List

Unto this present, run,

The larger Glory for the less

A just sufficient Ring.

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