Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

The Wife

She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman and of wife.

If aught she missed in her new day
Of amplitude, or awe,
Or first prospective, or the gold
In using wore away,

It lay unmentioned, as the sea
Develops pearl and weed,
But only to himself is known
The fathoms they abide.

1. Bequest
2. Have You Got a Brook in Your Little Heart
3. Renunciation
4. Dare You See a Soul
5. In Vain

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