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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 112 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 37

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If I shouldn't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.

If I couldn't thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!

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