Where Thou Art-that-is Home
Emily Dickinson
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name— So I may Come— What Thou dost—is Delight— Bondage as Play—be sweet— Imprisonment—Content— And Sentence—Sacrament— Just We two—meet— Where Thou art not—is Woe— Tho’ Bands of Spices—row— What Thou dost not—Despair— Tho’ Gabriel—praise me—Sire—
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