I Reason

  by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)


 

I reason, earth is short,
And anguish absolute,
And many hurt;
But what of that?

 

I reason, we could die:
The best vitality
Cannot excel decay;
But what of that?

 

I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new equation given;
But what of that?


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