Emily Dickinson

'Tis true — They shut me in the Cold

538 'Tis true — They shut me in the Cold — But then — Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling 'twas — Forget it — Lord — of Them — Let not my Witness hinder Them In Heavenly esteem — No Paradise could be — Conferred Through Their beloved Blame — The Harm They did — was short — And since Myself — who bore it — do — Forgive Them — Even as Myself  — Or else — forgive not me —