The Test of Love—is Death—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

The Test of Love—is Death—

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The Test of Love—is Death—

Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith—

What Largest Lover—hath

Another—doth—

If smaller Patience—be—

Through less Infinity—

If Bravo, sometimes swerve—

Through fainter Nerve—

Accept it’s Most—

And overlook—the Dust—

Last—Least—

The Cross’—Request—

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