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from Thomas H. Johnson's The Poems of Emily Dickinson 577 If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented - so - If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me - Until they lock it in the Grave, 'Tis Bliss I cannot weigh - For tho' they lock Thee in the Grave, Myself - can own the key - Think of it Lover! I and Thee Permitted - face to face to be - After a Life - a Death - We'll say - For Death was That - And This - is Thee - I'll tell Thee All - how Bald it grew - How Midnight felt, at first - to me - How all the Clocks stopped in the World - And Sunshine pinched me - 'Twas so cold - Then how the Grief got sleepy - some - As if my Soul were deaf and dumb - Just making signs - across - to Thee - That this way - thou could'st notice me - I'll tell you how I tried to keep A smile, to show you, when this Deep All Waded - We look back for Play, At those Old Times - in Calvary. Forgive me, if the Grave come slow - For Coveting to look at Thee - Forgive me, if to stroke thy frost Outvisions Paradise! 2. so] now - 6. Bliss] Wealth I cannot weigh/Right 8. own] hold 14. Bald] Blank - 20. across] it seemed 21. notice] speak to - 25. come] seem 26. Coveting] eagerness - 27. stroke] touch/greet 28. Outvisions] [Out] fables - |
from R. W. Franklin's The Poems of Emily Dickinson 431 If I may have it, when it's dead, I'll be contented - so - If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me - Until they lock it in the Grave, 'Tis Bliss I cannot weigh - For tho' they lock Thee in the Grave, Myself - can own the key - Think of it Lover! I and Thee Permitted - face to face to be - After a Life - a Death - we'll say - For Death was That - And This - is Thee - I'll tell Thee Al - how Bald it grew - How Midnight felt, at first - to me - How all the Clocks stopped in the World - And Sunshine pinched me - 'Twas so cold - Then how the Grief got sleepy - some - As if my soul were deaf and dumb - Just making signs - across - to Thee - That this way - thou could'st notice me - I'll tell you how I tried to keep A smile, to show you, when this Deep All Waded - We look back for Play, At those Old Times - in Calvary. Forgive me, if the Grave come slow - For Coveting to look at Thee - Forgive me, if to stroke thy frost Outvisions Paradise! 2 so -] now - 6 Bliss I cannot weight -] Wealth I cannot weight. · Right [I cannot weigh.] 8 own]hold 14 Bald] Blank - 20 across] it seemed 21 notice]speak to - 26 come] seem 27 Coveting] eagerness - 28 stroke] touch · greet 29 Outvisions] [Out]fables - Division 1 it's | 3 Breath | 5 the | 7 in | 11 Death - | 13 Thee - || 14 Bald | 15 first - | 16 stopped | 17 me - | 18 sleepy - | 19 and | 20 across - | 21 could'st | 23 when | 23 Deep || 24 back | 26 come | 28 stroke | |
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Ellen Hart's transcription If I may have it, when its' dead, I'll be contented - so x now - If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me -
Until they lock it in the
Think of it Lover ! I and Thee
Then how the Grief got sleepy -
I'll tell you how I tried to keep
Forgive me, if the Grave x come
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