To pile like Thunder to its close

by Emily Dickinson · (no date)
Published 01/07/1880

Then crumble grand away,

While everything created hid—

This would be Poetry:

Or Love,—the two coeval came—

We both and neither prove,

Experience either, and consume—

For none see God and live.

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