No matter—now—Sweet—, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

No matter—now—Sweet—

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672

No matter—now—Sweet—

But when I’m Earl—

Won’t you wish you’d spoken

To that dull Girl?

Trivial a Word—just—

Trivial—a Smile—

But won’t you wish you’d spared one

When I’m Earl?

I shan’t need it—then—

Crests—will do—

Eagles on my Buckles—

On my Belt—too—

Ermine—my familiar Gown—

Say—Sweet—then

Won’t you wish you’d smiled—just—

Me upon?

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No matter—now—Sweet—

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