Poems by Emily Dickinson: XXXV ("So proud she was to die")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
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XXXV
So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed.
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed.
So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be,
Immediately, that anguish stooped
Almost to jealousy.
Where none of us should be,
Immediately, that anguish stooped
Almost to jealousy.
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