As by the dead we love to sit,

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As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear --
As for the lost we grapple
Tho' all the rest are here --

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast -- in its fading ration
To our penurious eyes!

© Emily Dickinson