Till Death — is narrow Loving —
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finiteness — be spent —
But He whose loss procures you
Such Destitution that
Your Life too abject for itself
Thenceforward imitate —
Until — Resemblance perfect —
Yourself, for His pursuit
Delight of Nature — abdicate —
Exhibit Love — somewhat —
(Emily Dickinson)
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