Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night Poem by Emily Dickinson

Her Sweet Weight On My Heart A Night



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Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night
Had scarcely deigned to lie—
When, stirring, for Belief's delight,
My Bride had slipped away—

If 'twas a Dream—made solid—just
The Heaven to confirm—
Or if Myself were dreamed of Her—
The power to presume—

With Him remain—who unto Me—
Gave—even as to All—
A Fiction superseding Faith—
By so much—as 'twas real—

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Emily Dickinson

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Amherst / Massachusetts
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