Robbed by Death—but that was easy Emily Dickinson

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Robbed by Death—but that was easy
To the failing Eye
I could hold the latest Glowing
Robbed by Liberty

For Her Jugular Defences
This, too, I endured
Hint of Glory—it afforded
For the Brave Beloved

Fraud of Distance—Fraud of Danger
Fraud of Death—to bear
It is Bounty—to Suspense's
Vague Calamity

Stalking our entire Possession
On a Hair's result
Then—seesawing—coolly—on it
Trying if it split