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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed—
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me—and I smiled—
My Soul—that Morning—was My friend—
Her favor—is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time—or Men—
But Her Disdain—'twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Not
- The Butterfly Upon The Sky
- Who Were 'The Father And The Son'
- I Met A King This Afternoon!
- When Bells Stop Ringing—church—begins