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Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Said Death to Passion

Said Death to Passion
‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’
Said Passion, through contracting Breaths
‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’
 
Bore Death from Passion
All His East
He -  sovereign as the Sun
Resituated in the West
And the Debate was done.

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