Emily Dickinson

Tis True they Shut Me In The Cold

poem 538

‘Tis true They shut me in the Cold But then Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’twas Forget it Lord of Them Let not my Witness hinder Them In Heavenly esteem No Paradise could be Conferred Through Their beloved Blame The Harm They did was short And since Myself who bore it do Forgive Them Even as Myself Or else forgive not me

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