I Want-it Pleaded-all Its Life-
"I want"-it pleaded-All its life-
I want-was chief it said
When Skill entreated it-the last-
And when so newly dead-
I could not deem it late-to hear
That single-steadfast sigh-
The lips had placed as with a "Please"
Toward Eternity-
Emily Dickinson
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