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For largest Woman's Hearth I knew—
'Tis little I can do—
And yet the largest Woman's Heart
Could hold an Arrow—too—
And so, instructed by my own,
I tenderer, turn Me to.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Fame Is The Tine That Scholars Leave
- One Year Ago—jots What?
- I Never Lost As Much But Twice
- It Is A Lonesome Glee
- 'Twas Love—not Me