Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

The Face I Carry With Me—last - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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The face I carry with me—last—
When I go out of Time—
To take my Rank—by—in the West—
That face—will just be thine—

I'll hand it to the Angel—
That—Sir—was my Degree—
In Kingdoms—you have heard the Raised—
Refer to—possibly.

He'll take it—scan it—step aside—
Return—with such a crown
As Gabriel—never capered at—
And beg me put it on—

And then—he'll turn me round and round—
To an admiring sky—
As one that bore her Master's name—
Sufficient Royalty!


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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