I Want-it Pleaded-all Its Life
Emily Dickinson
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear That single—steadfast sigh— The lips had placed as with a “Please” Toward Eternity—
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