I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl by Emily Dickinson
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- Life's little duties do -- precisely -- As the very least Were infinite -- to me --
I put new Blossoms in the Glass -- And throw the old -- away -- I push a petal from my gown That anchored there -- I weigh The time 'twill be till six o'clock I have so much to do -- And yet -- Existence -- some way back -- Stopped -- struck -- my ticking -- through -- We cannot put Ourself away As a completed Man Or Woman -- When the Errand's done We came to Flesh -- upon -- There may be -- Miles on Miles of Nought -- Of Action -- sicker far -- To simulate -- is stinging work -- To cover what we are From Science -- and from Surgery -- Too Telescopic Eyes To bear on us unshaded -- For their -- sake -- not for Ours -- 'Twould start them -- We -- could tremble -- But since we got a Bomb -- And held it in our Bosom -- Nay -- Hold it -- it is calm --
Therefore -- we do life's labor -- Though life's Reward -- be done -- With scrupulous exactness -- To hold our Senses -- on --
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