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What if I say I shall not wait!
What if I burst the fleshly Gate—
And pass escaped—to thee!
What if I file this Mortal—off—
See where it hurt me—That's enough—
And wade in Liberty!
They cannot take me—any more!
Dungeons can call—and Guns implore
Unmeaning—now—to me—
As laughter—was—an hour ago—
Or Laces—or a Travelling Show—
Or who died—yesterday!
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- Time Feels So Vast That Were It Not
- Put Up My Lute!
- Not In This World To See His Face
- The Whole Of It Came Not At Once
- I Know Lives, I Could Miss