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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 its Most-
And overlook-the Dust-
Last-Least-
The Cross’-Request-
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)