I think just how my shape will rise

Album cover art for "I think just how my shape will rise" by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

I think just how my shape will rise

0 Plays

Duration: 2:48

View ArtistView Album

Lyrics

237 I think just how my shape will rise When I shall be "forgiven" Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Head Are out of sight—in Heaven I think just how my lips will weigh With shapeless—quivering—prayer That you—so late—"Consider" me The "Sparrow" of your Care I mind me that of Anguish—sent Some drifts were moved away Before my simple bosom—broke And why not this—if they? And so I con that thing—"forgiven" Until—delirious—borne By my long bright—and longer—trust I drop my Heart—unshriven!

Rate this song

Rate this song

0/5.0 - 0 Ratings

5
0.0% (0)
4
0.0% (0)
3
0.0% (0)
2
0.0% (0)
1
0.0% (0)

Loading comments...

Credits

Writers
  • Emily Dickinson