My Heart ran so to thee by Emily Dickinson
My Heart ran so to thee It would not wait for me And I affronted grew And drew away
For whatsoe'er my pace He first achieve they Face How general a Grace Allotted two --
Not in malignity Mentioned I this to thee -- Had he obliquity Soonest to share But for the Greed of him -- Boasting my Premium -- Basking in Bethleem Ere I be there --
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