"If I shouldn't be alive"

XXXVII.

If I should n't be alive When the robins come, Give the one in red cravat A memorial crumb. If I could n't thank you, Being just asleep, You will know I'm trying With my granite lip !

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
Lost	"Sleep is supposed to be"

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