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Me from Myself—to banish—
Had I Art—
Impregnable my Fortress
Unto All Heart—
But since Myself—assault Me—
How have I peace
Except by subjugating
Consciousness?
And since We're mutual Monarch
How this be
Except by Abdication—
Me—of Me?
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Our Lives Are Swiss
- He Touched Me, So I Live To Know
- My Worthiness Is All My Doubt
- Remorse - Is Memory - Awake -
- Some Things That Fly There Be