Poems ✍️
  18.05.2025
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Author: Emily Dickinson

We Can But Follow To The Sun

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We can but follow to the Sun—
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind—
'Tis mostly—following—

We go no further with the Dust
Than to the Earthen Door—
And then the Panels are reversed—
And we behold—no more.


  mortality Death afterlife transition

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