Should the wide world roll away,
Leaving black terror,
Limitless night,
Nor God, nor man, nor place to stand
Would be to me essential,
If thou and thy white arms were there,
And the fall to doom a long way.
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A heretic, my dear sir, is a fellow who disagrees with you regarding something neither of you knows anything about.
by Emily Dickinson
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It tossed-and tossed-
A little Brig I knew-o'ertook by Blast-
It spun-and spun-
And groped delirious, for Morn-
It slipped-and slipped-
As One that drunken-stept-
Its white foot tripped-