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From us she wandered now a year

by Emily Dickinson, 1896

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.

Published in Poems by Emily Dickinson: Third Series

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