Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part Three: Love
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| HE put the belt around my life,— | |
| I heard the buckle snap, | |
| And turned away, imperial, | |
| My lifetime folding up | |
| Deliberate, as a duke would do | 5 |
| A kingdom’s title-deed,— | |
| Henceforth a dedicated sort, | |
| A member of the cloud. | |
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| Yet not too far to come at call, | |
| And do the little toils | 10 |
| That make the circuit of the rest, | |
| And deal occasional smiles | |
| To lives that stoop to notice mine | |
| And kindly ask it in,— | |
| Whose invitation, knew you not | 15 |
| For whom I must decline? | |
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