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This heart that broke so long—
These feet that never flagged—
This faith that watched for star in vain,
Give gently to the dead—
Hound cannot overtake the Hare
That fluttered panting, here—
Nor any schoolboy rob the nest
Tenderness builded there.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Her—
- 'Tis Opposites&Mdash;Entice
- My Period Had Come For Prayer
- The Power To Be True To You
- The Dying Need But Little, Dear,--
