Emily Dickinson

We Don’T Cry tim And I

poem 196

We don’t cry Tim and I, We are far too grand But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend Then we hide our brave face Deep in our hand Not to cry Tim and I We are far too grand Nor to dream he and me Do we condescend We just shut our brown eye To see to the end Tim see Cottages But, Oh, so high! Then we shake Tim and I And lest I cry Tim reads a little Hymn And we both pray Please, Sir, I and Tim Always lost the way! We must die by and by Clergymen say Tim shall if I do I too if he How shall we arrange it Tim was so shy? Take us simultaneous Lord I Tim and Me!

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