He was weak, and I was strong—then—, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

He was weak, and I was strong—then—

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He was weak, and I was strong—then—

So He let me lead him in—

I was weak, and He was strong then—

So I let him lead me—Home.

’Twasn’t far—the door was near—

’Twasn’t dark—for He went—too—

’Twasn’t loud, for He said nought—

That was all I cared to know.

Day knocked—and we must part—

Neither—was strongest—now—

He strove—and I strove—too—

We didn’t do it—tho’!

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