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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Poor Little Heart!

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Poor little Heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
 
Proud little Heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!
 
Frail little Heart!
I would not break thee—
Could’st credit me? Could’st credit me?
 
Gay little Heart—
Like Morning Glory!
Wind and Sun—wilt thee array!

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