I cannot see my soul but know ’tis there
Emily Dickinson
1262 I cannot see my soul but know ’tis there Nor ever saw his house nor furniture, Who has invited me with him to dwell; But a confiding guest consult as well, What raiment honor him the most, That I be adequately dressed, For he insures to none Lest men specified adorn Procuring him perpetual drest By dating it a sudden feast.
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