Invisible

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Title:     Invisible
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

From us she wandered now a year,
Her tarrying unknown;
If wilderness prevent her feet,
Or that ethereal zone

No eye hath seen and lived,
We ignorant must be.
We only know what time of year
We took the mystery.

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: Invisible

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