"I want" it pleaded All its life
I want was chief it said
When Skill entreated it the last
And when so newly dead
I could not deem it late to hear
That single steadfast sigh
The lips had placed as with a "Please"
Toward Eternity
***
Emily Dickinson
Friday, 14 June 2013
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