As by the dead we love to sit by Emily Dickinson Lyrics
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As by the dead we love to sit
Become so wondrous dear
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here
In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast — in its fading ration
To our penurious eyes!
As by the dead we love to sit
Become so wondrous dear
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here
In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast — in its fading ration
To our penurious eyes!