Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Four: Time and Eternity
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| 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. | |
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| I think just how my lips will weigh | 5 |
| With shapeless, quivering prayer | |
| That you, so late, consider me, | |
| The sparrow of your care. | |
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| I mind me that of anguish sent, | |
| Some drifts were moved away | 10 |
| Before my simple bosom broke,— | |
| And why not this, if they? | |
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| And so, until delirious borne | |
| I con that thing,—“forgiven,”— | |
| Till with long fright and longer trust | 15 |
| I drop my heart, unshriven! | |
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