So Proud She Was to Die, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

So Proud She Was to Die

So proud she was to die

It made us all ashamed

That what we cherished, so unknown

To her desire seemed.

So satisfied to go

Where none of us should be,

Immediately, that anguish stooped

Almost to jealousy.

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