Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

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The Court is far away -
No Umpire - have I -
My Sovereign is offended -
To gain his grace - I'd die!

I'll seek his royal feet -
I'll say - Remember - King -
Thou shalt - thyself - one day - a Child -
Implore a larger - thing -

That Empire - is of Czars -
As small - they say - as I -
Grant me - that day - the royalty -
To intercede - for Thee -

1. Superiority to Fate
2. Hope (Hope is a subtle glutton)
3. The Forgotten Grave
4. Forbidden Fruit. I
5. I Think Just How My Shape Will Rise

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