Emily Dickinson (183086). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Three: Love
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| I VE got an arrow here; | |
| Loving the hand that sent it, | |
| I the dart revere. | |
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| Fell, they will say, in skirmish! | |
| Vanquished, my soul will know, | 5 |
| By but a simple arrow | |
| Sped by an archers bow. | |
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