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He forgot—and I—remembered—
'Twas an everyday affair—
Long ago as Christ and Peter—
"Warmed them" at the "Temple fire."
"Thou wert with him"—quoth "the Damsel"?
"No"—said Peter, 'twasn't me—
Jesus merely "looked" at Peter—
Could I do aught else—to Thee?
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- There Is A June When Corn Is Cut
- Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness
- He Gave Away His Life
- My Soul—accused Me—and I Quailed
- Not