Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
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I felt it second pain,
That I was worthy to forget
What most I thought upon.
But Constancy became,
To her, by her innominate,
A something like a shame.
Emily Dickinson (1830–86). Complete Poems. 1924.
Part Five: The Single HoundT
I felt it second pain,
That I was worthy to forget
What most I thought upon.
But Constancy became,
To her, by her innominate,
A something like a shame.