Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/'Tis opposites entice,

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'TIS opposites entice,
Deformed men ponder grace,
Bright fires, the blanketless—
The lost, Day's face.

The blind esteem it be
Enough estate to see;
The captive strangles new
For deeming beggars play.

To lack enamour Thee,
Tho' the Divinity
Be only
Me.

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