by Emily Dickinson
881
I've none to tell me to but Thee
So when Thou failest, nobody.
It was a little tie-
It just held Two, nor those it held
Since Somewhere thy sweet Face has spilled
Beyond my Boundary-
If things were opposite-and Me
And Me it were-that ebbed from Thee
On some unanswering Shore-
Would'st Thou seek so-just say
That I the Answer may pursue
Unto the lips it eddied through-
So-overtaking Thee-
Last updated June 21, 2015