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The Test of Love—is Death—
Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith—
What Largest Lover—hath
Another—doth—
If smaller Patience—be—
Through less Infinity—
If Bravo, sometimes swerve—
Through fainter Nerve—
Accept its Most—
And overlook—the Dust—
Last—Least—
The Cross'—Request—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- I Am Ashamed—i Hide
- I Know That He Exists
- Tie The Strings To My Life, My Lord,
- God Made A Little Gentian
- I See Thee Better—in The Dark
