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If I'M Lost&Mdash;Now
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

If I'M Lost&Mdash;Now

Poem By Emily Dickinson

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If I'm lost—now
That I was found—
Shall still my transport be—
That once—on me—those Jasper Gates
Blazed open—suddenly—

That in my awkward—gazing—face—
The Angels—softly peered—
And touched me with their fleeces,
Almost as if they cared—
I'm banished—now—you know it—
How foreign that can be—
You'll know—Sir—when the Savior's face
Turns so—away from you—

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