Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night by Emily Dickinson
Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night Had scarcely deigned to lie -- When, stirring, for Belief's delight, My Bride had slipped away --
If 'twas a Dream -- made solid -- just The Heaven to confirm -- Or if Myself were dreamed of Her -- The power to presume --
With Him remain -- who unto Me -- Gave -- even as to All -- A Fiction superseding Faith -- By so much -- as 'twas real --
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