Poems by Emily Dickinson-3
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Emily Dick

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Father, I bring thee not myself, —

That were the little l

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?

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