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Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.

Part Three: Love

XXXIV

WHAT if I say I shall not wait?

What if I burst the fleshly gate

And pass, escaped, to thee?

What if I file this mortal off,

See where it hurt me,—that ’s enough,—

And wade in liberty?

They cannot take us any more,—

Dungeons may call, and guns implore;

Unmeaning now, to me,

As laughter was an hour ago,

Or laces, or a travelling show,

Or who died yesterday!