He Was My Host-he Was My Guest

Emily Dickinson

1721

He was my host—he was my guest,
I never to this day
If I invited him could tell,
Or he invited me.

So infinite our intercourse
So intimate, indeed,
Analysis as capsule seemed
To keeper of the seed.

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