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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 345 of 446 · Third Series: Love

Poem 9

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Poor little heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care!

Proud little heart! Did they forsake thee? Be debonair! Be debonair!

Frail little heart! I would not break thee: Could'st credit me? Could'st credit me?

Gay little heart! Like morning glory Thou'll wilted be; thou'll wilted be!

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