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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 350 of 446 · Third Series: Love

Poem 14

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Father, I bring thee not myself, --
That were the little load;
I bring thee the imperial heart
I had not strength to hold.

The heart I cherished in my own
Till mine too heavy grew,
Yet strangest, heavier since it went,
Is it too large for you?

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