By Emily Dickinson
 
 
 
There is a solitude of space,  
  A solitude of sea,  
  A solitude of death, but these  

  Society shall be,  
  Compared with that profounder site.  
  That polar privacy,  
  A soul admitted to itself:  
  Finite Infinity.  
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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