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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-
(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)