So proud she was to die
Emily Dickinson
1272 So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed— So satisfied to go Where none of us should be Immediately—that Anguish stooped Almost to Jealousy—
1272 So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed— So satisfied to go Where none of us should be Immediately—that Anguish stooped Almost to Jealousy—
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