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If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

If Ever The Lid Gets Off My Head

Poem By Emily Dickinson

If ever the lid gets off my head
And lets the brain away
The fellow will go where he belonged -
Without a hint from me,

And the world - if the world be looking on -
Will see how far from home
It is possible for sense to live
The soul there - all the time.

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..........so fantastic and imaginative ★


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