’Tis Customary as We Part, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

’Tis Customary as We Part

440

’Tis customary as we part

A trinket—to confer—

It helps to stimulate the faith

When Lovers be afar—

’Tis various—as the various taste—

Clematis—journeying far—

Presents me with a single Curl

Of her Electric Hair—

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