by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!
Language: English
Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life- Poured thee, without a stint- The whole of me-forever- What more the Woman can, Say quick, that I may dower thee With last Delight I own! It cannot be my Spirit- For that was thine, before- I ceded all of Dust I knew- What Opulence the more Had I-a freckled Maiden, Whose farthest of Degree, Was-that she might- Some distant Heaven, Dwell timidly, with thee! Sift her, from Brow to Barefoot! Strain till your last Surmise- Drop, like a Tapestry, away, Before the Fire's Eyes- Winnow her finest fondness- But hallow just the snow Intact, in Everlasting flake- Oh, Caviler, for you!
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Text Authorship:
- by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886), no title [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Andrew Hudson , "Doubt Me! My Dim Companion!", from Four Poems of Emily Dickinson, no. 2. [text not verified]
- by Richard Pearson Thomas (b. 1957), "Doubt me! My dim companion", from At last, to be identified, no. 1. [text not verified]
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This text was added to the website: 2008-10-15
Line count: 25
Word count: 119