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"I want"—it pleaded—All its life—
I want—was chief it said
When Skill entreated it—the last—
And when so newly dead—
I could not deem it late—to hear
That single—steadfast sigh—
The lips had placed as with a "Please"
Toward Eternity—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Charm Invests A Face
- "Unto Me?" I Do Not Know You
- 'Arcturus' Is His Other Name
- A Cloud Withdrew From The Sky
- I'M Nobody! Who Are You?
