Home ⇒ 📌Emily Dickinson ⇒ My Soul accused me And I quailed
My Soul accused me And I quailed
My Soul accused me And I quailed
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me and I smiled
My Soul that Morning was My friend
Her favor is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time or Men
But Her Disdain ’twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire
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