Emily Dickinson

That First Day, When You Praised Me, Sweet

poem 659

That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, And said that I was strong And could be mighty, if I liked That Day the Days among Glows Central like a Jewel Between Diverging Golds The Minor One that gleamed behind And Vaster of the World’s.

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