Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
XI.

Emily Dick

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I've got an arrow here;

Loving the hand that sent it,

I the dart revere.

Fell, they will say, in 'skirmish'!

Vanquished, my soul will know,

By but a simple arrow

Sped by an archer's bow.

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