Emily Dickinson

Me Prove It Now whoever Doubt

poem 537

Me prove it now Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it now Make haste the Scruple! Death be scant For Opportunity The River reaches to my feet As yet My Heart be dry Oh Lover Life could not convince Might Death enable Thee The River reaches to My Breast Still still My Hands above Proclaim with their remaining Might Dost recognize the Love? The River reaches to my Mouth Remember when the Sea Swept by my searching eyes the last Themselves were quick with Thee!

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