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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
Had scarcely deigned to lie-
When, stirring, for Belief’s Delight,
My Bride had slipped away-
It ‘twas a Dream - made solid - just
The Heaven to confirm-
Or if Myself were dreamed of Her-
The power to presume-
— Emily Dickinson (1830-1866)
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