Rehearsal To Ourselves - Poem by Emily Dickinson
Rehearsal to Ourselves
Of a Withdrawn Delight—
Affords a Bliss like Murder—
We will not drop the Dirk—
Because We love the Wound
The Dirk Commemorate—Itself
Remind Us that we died.
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