Emily Dickinson

Most She Touched Me By Her Muteness

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Most she touched me by her muteness Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure Plea itself for Charity Were a Crumb my whole possession Were there famine in the land Were it my resource from starving Could I such a plea withstand Not upon her knee to thank me Sank this Beggar from the Sky But the Crumb partook departed And returned On High I supposed when sudden Such a Praise began ‘Twas as Space sat singing To herself and men ‘Twas the Winged Beggar Afterward I learned To her Benefactor Making Gratitude

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