Further Poems of Emily Dickinson/'Tis opposites entice,

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'TIS opposites entice,Deformed men ponder grace,Bright fires, the blanketless—The lost, Day's face.
The blind esteem it beEnough estate to see;The captive strangles newFor deeming beggars play.
To lack enamour Thee,Tho' the DivinityBe onlyMe.
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