The look of thee, what is it like
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886) English
The look of thee, what is it like
Hast thou a hand or Foot
Or Mansion of Identity
And what is thy Pursuit?
Thy fellows are they realms or Themes
Hast thou Delight or Fear
Or Longing — and is that for us
Or values more severe?
Let change transfuse all other Traits
Enact all other Blame
But deign this least certificate —
That thou shalt be the same.
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