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I dwell in Possibility (30)
I dwell in Possibility
A fairer house than Prose,
More numerous of windows,
Superior of doors.
Of chambers, as the cedars —
Impregnable of eye;
And for an everlasting roof
The gables of the sky.
Of visitors — the fairest —
For occupation — this —
The spreading wide my narrow hands
To gather Paradise.
Emily Dickinson
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a nice poem
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