Emily Dickinson

'Twas awkward, but it fitted me

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'Twas awkward, but it fitted me

973 'Twas awkward, but it fitted me — An Ancient fashioned Heart — Its only lore — its Steadfastness — In Change — unerudite — It only moved as do the Suns — For merit of Return — Or Birds — confirmed perpetual By Alternating Zone — I only have it not Tonight In its established place — For technicality of Death — Omitted in the Lease —