We shun it ere it comes
Emily Dickinson
1580 We shun it ere it comes, Afraid of Joy, Then sue it to delay And lest it fly, Beguile it more and more— May not this be Old Suitor Heaven, Like our dismay at thee?
1580 We shun it ere it comes, Afraid of Joy, Then sue it to delay And lest it fly, Beguile it more and more— May not this be Old Suitor Heaven, Like our dismay at thee?
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