Emily Dickinson

The Face I Carry With Me last

poem 336

The face I carry with me last When I go out of Time To take my Rank by in the West That face will just be thine I’ll hand it to the Angel That Sir was my Degree In Kingdoms you have heard the Raised Refer to possibly. He’ll take it scan it step aside Return with such a crown As Gabriel never capered at And beg me put it on And then he’ll turn me round and round To an admiring sky As one that bore her Master’s name Sufficient Royalty!

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