poems sent from dickinson to bowles

Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
The channel of the dust who once achieves
Invalidates the balm of that religion
That doubts as fervently as it believes.

thomas johnson's note on poem 1144 | index to dickinson poems sent to bowles

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