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dickinson-series01_033-1890	dickinson	dickinson-series01_033-1890	1890		.txt	text/plain	89	5	88	It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before; I ceded all of dust I knew, -- What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden, Whose farthest of degree Was that she might, Some distant heaven, Dwell timidly with thee! The whole of me, forever, What more the woman can, -- Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own!	cache/dickinson-series01_033-1890.txt	txt/dickinson-series01_033-1890.txt