Just as He spoke it from his Hands
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Just as He spoke it from his Hands
This Edifice remain—
A Turret more, a Turret less
Dishonor his Design—
According as his skill prefer
It perish, or endure—
Content, soe'er, it ornament
His absent character.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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