Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/I know lives I could miss

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I know lives I could miss
Without misery,
Others—whose instant's wanting
Would be Eternity.

The last a scanty number,
'T would scarcely fill a two,
The first—a gnat's horizon
Could easily outgrow.

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