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Emily Dickinson's Collected Poems

Part Four: Time and Eternity 110. I wish I knew that woman's name

I wish I knew that woman's name,

So, when she comes this way,

To hold my life, and hold my ears,

For fear I hear her say


She's 'sorry I am dead,' again,

Just when the grave and I

Have sobbed ourselves almost to sleep, --

Our only lullaby.

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