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dickinson-series02_164-1891	dickinson	dickinson-series02_164-1891	1891		.txt	text/plain	111	3	72	I should not dare to leave my friend, Because -- because if he should die While I was gone, and I -- too late -- Should reach the heart that wanted me; If I should disappoint the eyes That hunted, hunted so, to see, And could not bear to shut until They noticed me -- they noticed me; If I should stab the patient faith So sure I 'd come -- so sure I 'd come, It listening, listening, went to sleep Telling my tardy name, -- My heart would wish it broke before, Since breaking then, since breaking then, Were useless as next morning's sun, Where midnight frosts had lain! Poem XXXVI.	cache/dickinson-series02_164-1891.txt	txt/dickinson-series02_164-1891.txt
