<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386035" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Promise This—When You be Dying</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">648</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Promise This—When You be Dying—<br>Some shall summon Me—<br>Mine belong Your latest Sighing—<br>Mine—to Belt Your Eye—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not with Coins—though they be Minted<br>From an Emperor's Hand—<br>Be my lips—the only Buckle<br>Your low Eyes—demand—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine to stay—when all have wandered—<br>To devise once more<br>If the Life be too surrendered—<br>Life of Mine—restore—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poured like this—My Whole Libation—<br>Just that You should see<br>Bliss of Death—Life's Bliss extol thro'<br>Imitating You—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine—to guard Your Narrow Precinct—<br>To seduce the Sun<br>Longest on Your South, to linger,<br>Largest Dews of Morn</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To demand, in Your low favor<br>Lest the Jealous Grass<br>Greener lean—Or fonder cluster<br>Round some other face—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mine to supplicate Madonna—<br>If Madonna be<br>Could behold so far a Creature—<br>Christ—omitted—Me—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Just to follow Your dear future—<br>Ne'er so far behind—<br>For My Heaven—<br>Had I not been<br>Most enough—denied?</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=386035" data-title="Promise This—When You be Dying de Emily Dickinson" data-description="648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye— Not with Coins—though they be Minted From an Emperor's Hand— Be my lips—the only Buckle Your low Eyes—demand—..."></div> </div> </div>

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