I've none to tell me to but Thee by Emily Dickinson
I've none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie -- It just held Two, nor those it held Since Somewhere thy sweet Face has spilled Beyond my Boundary --
If things were opposite -- and Me And Me it were -- that ebbed from Thee On some unanswering Shore -- Would'st Thou seek so -- just say That I the Answer may pursue Unto the lips it eddied through -- So -- overtaking Thee --
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