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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=385822" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>If I may have it, when it's dead</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">577</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If I may have it, when it's dead,<br>I'll be contented—so—<br>If just as soon as Breath is out<br>It shall belong to me—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Until they lock it in the Grave,<br>'Tis Bliss I cannot weigh—<br>For tho' they lock Thee in the Grave,<br>Myself—can own the key—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Think of it Lover! I and Thee<br>Permitted—face to face to be—<br>After a Life—a Death—We'll say—<br>For Death was That—<br>And this—is Thee—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll tell Thee All—how Bald it grew—<br>How Midnight felt, at first—to me—<br>How all the Clocks stopped in the World—<br>And Sunshine pinched me—'Twas so cold—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then how the Grief got sleepy—some—<br>As if my Soul were deaf and dumb—<br>Just making signs—across—to Thee—<br>That this way—thou could'st notice me—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll tell you how I tried to keep<br>A smile, to show you, when this Deep<br>All Waded—We look back for Play,<br>At those Old Times—in Calvary,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forgive me, if the Grave come slow—<br>For Coveting to look at Thee—<br>Forgive me, if to stroke thy frost<br>Outvisions Paradise!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=385822" data-title="If I may have it, when it's dead de Emily Dickinson" data-description="577 If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me— Until they lock it in the Grave, 'Tis Bliss I cannot weigh— For tho' they lock Thee in the Grave, Myself&..."></div> </div> </div>
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