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My first well Day since many ill

My first well Day since many ill
I asked to go abroad,
And take the Sunshine in my hands,
And see the things in Pod

A ‘blossom just when I went in
To take my Chance with pain
Uncertain if myself, or He,
Should prove the strongest One.

The Summer deepened, while we strove
She put some flowers away
And Redder cheeked Ones in their stead
A fond illusive way

To cheat Herself, it seemed she tried
As if before a child
To fade Tomorrow Rainbows held
The Sepulchre, could hide.

She dealt a fashion to the Nut
She tied the Hoods to Seeds
She dropped bright scraps of Tint, about
And left Brazilian Threads

On every shoulder that she met
Then both her Hands of Haze
Put up to hide her parting Grace
From our unfitted eyes.

My loss, by sickness Was it Loss?
Or that Ethereal Gain
One earns by measuring the Grave
Then measuring the Sun


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Poem My first well Day since many ill - Emily Dickinson