Emily Dickinson

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

The Test Of Love—is Death - Poem by Emily Dickinson


The Test of Love—is Death—
Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith—
What Largest Lover—hath

If smaller Patience—be—
Through less Infinity—
If Bravo, sometimes swerve—
Through fainter Nerve—

Accept its Most—
And overlook—the Dust—
The Cross'—Request—

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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