“I want”—it pleaded—All its life—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

“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—

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