I think just how my shape will rise – | Affiliated Manuscripts

H 204 (Fr252A)

ca. 1861

Ink | Fair copy | Bound (fascicle 10)

On laid, cream, blue-ruled stationery

Retained in Dickinson's archive.
+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′′ –