Emily Dickinson Poem

He found my Being—set it up

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He found my Being—set it up—

Adjusted it to place—

Then carved his name—upon it—

And bade it to the East

 

Be faithful—in his absence—

And he would come again—

With Equipage of Amber—

That time—to take it Home—

He fumbles at your spirit
He fought like those Who've nought to lose

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