Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Till the End

I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone, and I -- too late --
Should reach the heart that wanted me;

If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me -- they noticed me;

If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come,
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name, --

My heart would wish it broke before,
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!

1. I Know a Place Where Summer Strives
2. Unto My Books So Good to Turn
3. Pompless No Life Can Pass Away
4. Going
5. Contrast

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