Emily Dickinson Poem

The Test of Love—is Death

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The Test of Love—is Death—
Our Lord—”so loved”—it saith—
What Largest Lover—hath
Another—doth—

If smaller Patience—be—
Through less Infinity—
If Bravo, sometimes swerve—
Through fainter Nerve—

Accept its Most—
And overlook—the Dust—
Last—Least—
The Cross’—Request—

The thought beneath so slight a film
The sweetest Heresy received

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