My Soul-accused Me-and I Quailed

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My Soul-accused me-And I quailed-
As Tongue of Diamond had reviled
All else accused me-and I smiled-
My Soul-that Morning-was My friend-

Her favor-is the best Disdain
Toward Artifice of Time-or Men-
But Her Disdain-'twere lighter bear
A finger of Enamelled Fire-

Emily Dickinson

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