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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Three Series, Complete By Emily Dickinson Characters: 555

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


I think just how my shape will rise

When I shall be forgiven,

Till hair and eyes and timid head

Are out of sight, in heaven.

I think just how my lips will weigh

With shapeless, quivering prayer

That you, so late, consider me,

The sparrow of your care.

I

mind me that of anguish sent,

Some drifts were moved away

Before my simple bosom broke, -

And why not this, if they?

And so, until delirious borne

I con that thing, - "forgiven," -

Till with long fright and longer trust

I drop my heart, unshriven!

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