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For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ration
To the ecstasy.
For each beloved hour
Sharp pittances of years-
Bitter contested farthings-
And Coffers heaped with Tears!
For Each Ecstatic Instant
Emily Dickinson
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