Of Course—I prayed, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Of Course—I prayed

376

Of Course—I prayed—

And did God Care?

He cared as much as on the Air

A Bird—had stamped her foot—

And cried "Give Me"—

My Reason—Life—

I had not had—but for Yourself—

'Twere better Charity

To leave me in the Atom's Tomb—

Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb—

Than this smart Misery.

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