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By a flower—By a letter—
By a nimble love—
If I weld the Rivet faster—
Final fast—above—
Never mind my breathless Anvil!
Never mind Repose!
Never mind the sooty faces
Tugging at the Forge!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Some Keep The Sabbath Going To Church
- Best Gains—must Have The Losses' Test
- Away From Home Are Some And I—
- Denial&Mdash;Is The Only Fact
- As Sleigh Bells Seem In Summer
