Forget! the Lady With the Amulet, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Forget! the Lady With the Amulet

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Forget! The lady with the Amulet

Forget she wore it at her Heart

Because she breathed against

Was Treason twixt?

Deny! Did Rose her Bee—

For Privilege of Play

Or Wile of Butterfly

Or Opportunity—Her Lord away?

The lady with the Amulet—will face—

The Bee—in Mausoleum laid—

Discard his Bride—

But longer than the little Rill—

That cooled the Forehead of the Hill—

While Other—went the Sea to fill—

And Other—went to turn the Mill—

I’ll do thy Will—

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Forget! the Lady With the Amulet

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