Poems by Emily Dickinson: XIV ("Father, I bring thee")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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XIV
Father, I bring thee not myself, —
That were the little load;
I bring thee the imperial heart
I had not strength to hold.
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?
Till mine too heavy grew,
Yet strangest, heavier since it went,
Is it too large for you?
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