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Poems by Emily Dickinson, Third Series

XIV.

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Father, I bring thee not myself, — That were the little load; I bring thee the imperial heart I had not strength to hold.

The heart I cherished in my own Till mine too heavy grew, Yet strangest, heavier since it went, Is it too large for you?

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