I could die—to know, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I could die—to know

570

I could die—to know—

’Tis a trifling knowledge—

News-Boys salute the Door—

Carts—joggle by—

Morning’s bold face—stares in the window—

Were but mine—the Charter of the least Fly—

Houses hunch the House

With their Brick Shoulders—

Coals—from a Rolling Load—rattle—how—near—

To the very Square—His foot is passing—

Possibly, this moment—

While I—dream—Here—

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