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Emily Dickinson · Poems

Poem 415 of 446 · Third Series: Time and Eternity

Poem 28

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I wish I knew that woman's name, So, when she comes this way, To hold my life, and hold my ears, For fear I hear her say

She's 'sorry I am dead,' again, Just when the grave and I Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, -- Our only lullaby.

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