If certain, when this life was out
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
From If you were coming in the fall, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
If certain, when this life was out
That yours and mine should be,
I’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
From If you were coming in the fall, Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)
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