What Shall I Do -- It Whimpers So
by: Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
What shall I do -- it whimpers so --
This little Hound within the Heart
All day and night with bark and start --
And yet, it will not go --
Would you untie it, were you me --
Would it stop whining -- if to Thee --
I sent it -- even now?
It should not tease you --
By your chair -- or, on the mat --
Or if it dare -- to climb your dizzy knee --
Or -- sometimes at your side to run --
When you were willing --
Shall it come?
Tell Carlo --
He'll tell me!
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Heart, We Will Forget Him
I Have No Life But This
I Held A Jewel
I Many Times Thought
You Left Me
'Tis Not That Dying Hurts Us So
I Went To Thank Her
I Should Not Dare To Leave My Friend
Awake Ye Muses Nine
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