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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 358 of 446 · Third Series: Love

Wedded

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A solemn thing it was, I said,
A woman white to be,
And wear, if God should count me fit,
Her hallowed mystery.

A timid thing to drop a life
Into the purple well,
Too plummetless that it come back
Eternity until.

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