A daily poem from the complete works of Emily Dickinson.
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‘Twas Love — not me –
Oh punish — pray –
The Real one died for Thee –
Just Him — not me –
Such Guilt — to love Thee — most!
Doom it beyond the Rest –
Forgive it — last –
‘Twas base as Jesus — most!
Let Justice not mistake –
We Two — looked so alike –
Which was the Guilty Sake –
‘Twas Love’s — Now Strike!
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Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight –
Affords a Bliss like Murder –
Omnipotent — Acute –
We will not drop the Dirk –
Because We love the Wound
The Dirk Commemorate — Itself
Remind Us that we died.
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She died — this was the way she died.
And when her breath was done
Took up her simple wardrobe
And started for the sun.
Her little figure at the gate
The Angels must have spied,
Since I could never find her
Upon the mortal side.
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She died at play,
Gambolled away
Her lease of spotted hours,
Then sank as gaily as a Turn
Upon a Couch of flowers.
Her ghost strolled softly o’er the hill
Yesterday, and Today,
Her vestments as the silver fleece –
Her countenance as spray.
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