After Dickinson

One half of everything is true,
The part that don’t depend on you –
God made the part that touches ground,
The half with roots, that reacheth down.

The other part that fills the air,
Which meets bright hope, or dark despair –
Is like the limbs of that Old Tree,
Whose height and reach extends from me.

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