REMORSE - Remorse is memory awake
Remorse is memory awake, / Her companies astir, --
THE WIFE - She rose to his requirement, dropped
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She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the honorable work
Of woman and of wife.
If aught she missed in her new day
Of amplitude, or awe,
Or first prospective, or the gold
In using wore away,
It lay unmentioned, as the sea
Develops pearl and weed,
But only to himself is known
The fathoms they abide.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
THE LOVERS - The rose did caper on her cheek
The rose did caper on her cheek, / Her bodice rose and fell,
SUMMER'S OBSEQUIES - The gentian weaves her fringes
The gentian weaves her fringes, / The maple's loom is red.
WITH A FLOWER - I hide myself within my flower
I hide myself within my flower, / That wearing on your breast,