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Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.

Part Four: Time and Eternity

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I THINK just how my shape will rise
When I shall be forgiven,
Till hair and eyes and timid head
Are out of sight, in heaven.
  
I think just how my lips will weigh        5
With shapeless, quivering prayer
That you, so late, consider me,
The sparrow of your care.
  
I mind me that of anguish sent,
Some drifts were moved away        10
Before my simple bosom broke,—
And why not this, if they?
  
And so, until delirious borne
I con that thing,—“forgiven,”—
Till with long fright and longer trust        15
I drop my heart, unshriven!

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