Who Is It Seeks My Pillow Nights-
Emily Dickinson
1598 Who is it seeks my Pillow Nights— With plain inspecting face— “Did you” or “Did you not,” to ask— ’Tis “Conscience”—Childhood’s Nurse— With Martial Hand she strokes the Hair Upon my wincing Head— “All” Rogues “shall have their part in” what— The Phosphorous of God—
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