Poem of the day – We cover thee sweet face by Emily Dickinson We cover thee, sweet face. Not that we tire of thee,But that thyself fatigue of us; Remember, as thou flee,We follow thee until Thou notice us no more,And then, reluctant, turn away To con thee o'er and o'er,And blame the scanty love We were content to show,Augmented, sweet, a hundred fold If thou ...
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