Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Surrender

Doubt me, my dim companion!
Why, God would be content
With but a fraction of the love
Poured thee without a stint.
The whole of me, forever,
What more the woman can, --
Say quick, that I may dower thee
With last delight I own!

It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose farthest of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!

1. Alter? When the Hills Do
2. Summer's Armies
3. Summer Shower
4. Love’s Baptism
5. Resurrection

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