Emily Dickinson

You Love Me you Are Sure

poem 156

You love me you are sure I shall not fear mistake I shall not cheated wake Some grinning morn To find the Sunrise left And Orchards unbereft And Dollie gone! I need not start you’re sure That night will never be When frightened home to Thee I run To find the windows dark And no more Dollie mark Quite none? Be sure you’re sure you know I’ll bear it better now If you’ll just tell me so Than when a little dull Balm grown Over this pain of mine You sting again!

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