The Selected Poems of Emily Dickinson
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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