Surrender

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V. 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 !

 
from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)

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