Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924. |
Part One: Life
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| A POOR torn heart, a tattered heart, | |
| That sat it down to rest, | |
| Nor noticed that the ebbing day | |
| Flowed silver to the west, | |
| Nor noticed night did soft descend | 5 |
| Nor constellation burn, | |
| Intent upon the vision | |
| Of latitudes unknown. | |
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| The angels, happening that way, | |
| This dusty heart espied; | 10 |
| Tenderly took it up from toil | |
| And carried it to God. | |
| There,—sandals for the barefoot; | |
| There,—gathered from the gales, | |
| Do the blue havens by the hand | 15 |
| Lead the wandering sails. | |
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