Love XXVIII. a charm invests a face, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Love XXVIII. a charm invests a face

Part Three: Love

XXVIII

A CHARM invests a face

Imperfectly beheld,—

The lady dare not lift her veil

For fear it be dispelled.

But peers beyond her mesh,

And wishes, and denies,—

Lest interview annul a want

That image satisfies.

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