Emily Dickinson Poem

I want—it pleaded—All its life—

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“I want”—it pleaded—All its life—
I want—was chief it said
When Skill entreated it—the last—
And when so newly dead—

I could not deem it late—to hear
That single—steadfast sigh—
The lips had placed as with a “Please”
Toward Eternity—

I was the slightest in the House 💒
I tried to think a lonelier Thing

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