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Emily Dickinson
(183086).
Complete Poems.
1924.
Part Three: Love
It s all I have to bring to-day
Mine by the right of the white election
!
You left me, sweet, two legacies
Alter? When the hills do
Elysium is as far as to
Doubt me, my dim companion
!
If you were coming in the fall
I hide myself within my flower
That I did always love
Have you got a brook in your little heart
As if some little Arctic flower
My river runs to thee
I cannot live with you
There came a day at summers full
I m ceded, I ve stopped being theirs
T was a long parting, but the time
I m wife; I ve finished that
She rose to his requirement, dropped
Come slowly, Eden
!
Of all the souls that stand create
I have no life but this
Your riches taught me poverty
I gave myself to him
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him
The way I read a letters this
Wild nights! Wild nights
!
The night was wide, and furnished scant
Did the harebell loose her girdle
A charm invests a face
The rose did caper on her cheek
In lands I never saw, they say
The moon is distant from the sea
He put the belt around my life
I held a jewel in my fingers
What if I say I shall not wait
?
Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it
My worthiness is all my doubt
Love is anterior to life
One blessing had I, than the rest
When roses cease to bloom, dear
Summer for thee grant I may be
Split the lark and you ll find the music
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
Poor little heart
!
There is a word
I ve got an arrow here
He fumbles at your spirit
Heart, we will forget him
!
Father, I bring thee not myself
We outgrow love like other things
Not with a club the heart is broken
My friend must be a bird
He touched me, so I live to know
Let me not mar that perfect dream
I live with him, I see his face
I envy seas whereon he rides
A solemn thing it was, I said
Title divine is mine
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