Emily Dickinson

Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night

poem 518

Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night Had scarcely deigned to lie When, stirring, for Belief’s delight, My Bride had slipped away If ’twas a Dream made solid just The Heaven to confirm Or if Myself were dreamed of Her The power to presume With Him remain who unto Me Gave even as to All A Fiction superseding Faith By so much as ’twas real

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