Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there
I cannot see my soul but know 'tis there
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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