The Test of Love—is Death
Emily Dickinson
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—”so loved”—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth— If smaller Patience—be— Through less Infinity— If Bravo, sometimes swerve— Through fainter Nerve— Accept its Most— And overlook—the Dust— Last—Least— The Cross’—Request—
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