Dying! To be afraid of thee by Emily Dickinson
Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend -- Than thine old Arrow is a Shot Delivered straighter to the Heart The leaving Love behind.
Not for itself, the Dust is shy, But, enemy, Beloved be Thy Batteries divorce. Fight sternly in a Dying eye Two Armies, Love and Certainty And Love and the Reverse.
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