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The lonesome for they know not What

The lonesome for they know not What

The lonesome for they know not What
The Eastern Exiles be
Who strayed beyond the Amber line
Some madder Holiday

And ever since the purple Moat
They strive to climb in vain
As Birds that tumble from the clouds
Do fumble at the strain

The Blessed Ether taught them
Some Transatlantic Morn
When Heaven was too common to miss
Too sure to dote upon!



Poem The lonesome for they know not What - Emily Dickinson