Promise This—When You be Dying—, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Promise This—When You be Dying—

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Promise This—When You be Dying—

Some shall summon Me—

Mine belong Your latest Sighing—

Mine—to Belt Your Eye—

Not with Coins—though they be Minted

From an Emperor’s Hand—

Be my lips—the only Buckle

Your low Eyes—demand—

Mine to stay—when all have wandered—

To devise once more

If the Life be too surrendered—

Life of Mine—restore—

Poured like this—My Whole Libation—

Just that You should see

Bliss of Death—Life’s Bliss extol thro’

Imitating You—

Mine—to guard Your Narrow Precinct—

To seduce the Sun

Longest on Your South, to linger,

Largest Dews of Morn

To demand, in Your low favor

Lest the Jealous Grass

Greener lean—Or fonder cluster

Round some other face—

Mine to supplicate Madonna—

If Madonna be

Could behold so far a Creature—

Christ—omitted—Me—

Just to follow Your dear future—

Ne’er so far behind—

For My Heaven—

Had I not been

Most enough—denied?

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Besides This May

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Bound—a trouble—

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So Set Its Sun in Thee

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Emily Dickinson