Emily Dickinson

No Matter now sweet

poem 704

No matter now Sweet But when I’m Earl Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word just Trivial a Smile But won’t you wish you’d spared one When I’m Earl? I shan’t need it then Crests will do Eagles on my Buckles On my Belt too Ermine my familiar Gown Say Sweet then Won’t you wish you’d smiled just Me upon?

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