Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered

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Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered

Every time—for Two—

So that the Sum be never hindered

Through Decay of You—

Say if I erred? Accuse my Farthings—

Blame the little Hand

Happy it be for You—a Beggar’s—

Seeking More—to spend—

Just to be Rich—to waste my Guineas

On so Best a Heart—

Just to be Poor—for Barefoot Vision

You—Sweet—Shut me out—

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