Not any higher stands the grave
Not any higher stands the grave / For heroes than for men;
Poor little heart!
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Poor little heart!
Did they forget thee?
Then dinna care! Then dinna care!
Proud little heart!
Did they forsake thee?
Be debonair! Be debonair!
Frail little heart!
I would not break thee:
Could'st credit me? Could'st credit me?
Gay little heart!
Like morning glory
Thou'll wilted be; thou'll wilted be!
More poems by Emily Dickinson
DEED - A deed knocks first at thought
A deed knocks first at thought, / And then it knocks at will.
AURORA - Of bronze and blaze
Of bronze and blaze / The north, to-night!
ASTRA CASTRA - Departed to the judgment
Departed to the judgment, / A mighty afternoon;