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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 347 of 446 · Third Series: Love

Poem 11

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I've got an arrow here;
Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.

Fell, they will say, in 'skirmish'!
Vanquished, my soul will know,
By but a simple arrow
Sped by an archer's bow.

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