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

Part Three: Love

XLV

I ’VE got an arrow here;

Loving the hand that sent it,

I the dart revere.

Fell, they will say, in “skirmish”!

Vanquished, my soul will know,

By but a simple arrow

Sped by an archer’s bow.