Till Death—is narrow Loving lyrics
by Emily Dickinson
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Till Death—is narrow Loving
The scantest Heart extant
Will hold you till your privilege
Of Finiteness—be spent
But He whose loss procures you
Such Destitution that
Your Life too abject for itself
Thenceforward imitate
Until—Resemblance perfect
Yourself, for His pursuit
Delight of Nature—abdicate
Exhibit Love—somewhat