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12241	Dickinson, Emily	Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series			.txt	text/plain	9517	1304	96	Parting is all we know of heaven, I wonder if it weighs like mine, I trudge the day away,-'T is something like a house; Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee, Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it, We outgrow love like other things Barbs has it, like a bee. He touched me, so I live to know That life like this is endless, We like March, his shoes are purple, Not knowing when the dawn will come Or has it feathers like a bird, Like neighbor from another world It's like the light, -It's like the bee, -The day went out to play, Her eye unto the summer dew We cover thee, sweet face. That night should be to thee Which like the moon, some turbid night, We only know what time of year Was like the stillness in the air	./cache/12241.txt	./txt/12241.txt