Emily Dickinson

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

My Soul—accused Me—and I Quailed - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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My Soul—accused me—And I quailed—
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me—and I smiled—
My Soul—that Morning—was My friend—

Her favor—is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time—or Men—
But Her Disdain—'twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire—


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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