Emily Dickinson

I’Ve None To Tell Me To But Thee

poem 881

I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie It just held Two, nor those it held Since Somewhere thy sweet Face has spilled Beyond my Boundary If things were opposite and Me And Me it were that ebbed from Thee On some unanswering Shore Would’st Thou seek so just say That I the Answer may pursue Unto the lips it eddied through So overtaking Thee

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