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Empty my Heart, of Thee—
Its single Artery—
Begin, and leave Thee out—
Simply Extinction's Date—
Much Billow hath the Sea—
One Baltic—They—
Subtract Thyself, in play,
And not enough of me
Is left—to put away—
"Myself" meanth Thee—
Erase the Root—no Tree—
Thee—then—no me—
The Heavens stripped—
Eternity's vast pocket, picked—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Bloom Upon The Mountain—stated
- Bound&Mdash;A Trouble
- Finite—to Fail, But Infinite To Venture
- Between My Country—and The Others
- It Is An Honorable Thought,