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Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight—
Affords a Bliss like Murder—
Omnipotent—Acute—
We will not drop the Dirk—
Because We love the Wound
The Dirk Commemorate—Itself
Remind Us that we died.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- It's Thoughts—and Just One Heart
- I Had The Glory—that Will Do
- It's Like The Light, --
- We Thirst At First—'Tis Nature's Act
- Should You But Fail At—sea