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Emily Dickinson
Songs
by
Angela Rice
If I can stop one heart from breaking
Hope is the thing with feathers
It is an honorable thought
The bustle in the house
I many times thought peace had come
I could not stop for death
Safe in their alabaster chambers
I have not told my garden yet
To know just how he suffered
I never saw a moor
Given in marriage unto thee
If I should die
Departed to the judgement
On this wondrous sea
That I did always love
I have no life but this
Pain has an element of blank
Proud of my broken heart
Nature rarer uses yellow
Remorse is memory awake
Adrift! A little boat adrift
Wild Nights
For each ecstatic instant
Proud-of-my-broken-heart-since-thou-didst-break-it
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