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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 112 of 446 · First Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 37

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If I shouldn't be alive When the robins come, Give the one in red cravat A memorial crumb.

If I couldn't thank you, Being just asleep, You will know I'm trying With my granite lip!

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