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dickinson-series03_142-1896	dickinson	dickinson-series03_142-1896	1896		.txt	text/plain	57	2	66	Superfluous were the sun When excellence is dead; He were superfluous every day, For every day is said That syllable whose faith Just saves it from despair, And whose 'I'll meet you' hesitates If love inquire, 'Where?' Upon his dateless fame Our periods may lie, As stars that drop anonymous From an abundant sky. Poem XXXIV.	cache/dickinson-series03_142-1896.txt	txt/dickinson-series03_142-1896.txt