The power to be true to You,
by Emily Dickinson (1830–1886)
The power to be true to You,
Until upon my face
The Judgment push his Picture —
Presumptuous of Your Place —
Of This — Could Man deprive Me —
Himself — the Heaven excel —
Whose invitation — Yours reduced
Until it showed too small —
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He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves— …
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There is a pain — so utter —
It swallows substance up —
Then covers the Abyss with Trance — …
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A charm invests a face
Imperfectly beheld.
The lady dare not lift her veil …
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It quivered through the Grass
And a Green Chill upon the Heat …
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