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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Till Death’€”is Narrow Loving

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Till Death’—is narrow Loving’—
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
 
But He whose loss procures you
Such Destitution that
Your Life too abject for itself
Thenceforward imitate’—
 
Until’—Resemblance perfect’—
Yourself, for His pursuit
Delight of Nature’—abdicate’—
Exhibit Love’—somewhat’—

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