Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Two: NatureLIV
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A witchcraft yieldeth me.
If any ask me why,
’T were easier to die
Than tell.
Taketh away my will;
If anybody sneer,
Take care, for God is here,
That ’s all.
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!