Emily Elizabeth Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон)

Love's Humility

My worthiness is all my doubt,
  His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
  Do lowlier appear;

Lest I should insufficient prove
  For his beloved need,
The chiefest apprehension
  Within my loving creed.

So I, the undivine abode
  Of his elect content,
Conform my soul as 't were a church
  Unto her sacrament.

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

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