Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
Emily Dickinson
1297 Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself Upon his rare approach— Go rapid, lest Competing Death Prevail upon the Coach— Go timid, should his final eye Determine thee amiss— Go boldly—for thou paid’st his price Redemption—for a Kiss—
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