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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Five: The Single Hound

CXXXIV

THAT she forgot me was the least,

I felt it second pain,

That I was worthy to forget

What most I thought upon.

Faithful, was all that I could boast,

But Constancy became,

To her, by her innominate,

A something like a shame.