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'Tis whiter than an Indian pipe

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

'Tis whiter than an Indian pipe,
  'Tis dimmer than a lace;
No stature has it, like a fog,
  When you approach the place.

Not any voice denotes it here,
  Or intimates it there;
A spirit, how doth it accost?
  What customs hath the air?

This limitless hyperbole
  Each one of us shall be;
'Tis drama, if (hypothesis)
  It be not tragedy!

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series

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