We Cover Thee—Sweet Face, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

We Cover Thee—Sweet Face

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We Cover Thee—Sweet Face—

Not that We tire of Thee—

But that Thyself fatigue of Us—

Remember—as Thou go—

We follow Thee until

Thou notice Us—no more—

And then—reluctant—turn away

To Con Thee o’er and o’er—

And blame the scanty love

We were Content to show—

Augmented—Sweet—a Hundred fold—

If Thou would’st take it—now—

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