| Her Sweet Weight On My Heart ~by Emily Dickinson |
| Her sweet weight on my heart a Night Had scarcely deigned to lie - When, stirring, for beliefs delight, My bride slipped away - If 'twas a dream - Made solid - just The Heaven to confirm- Or if Myself were dreamed of Her- The power to pressume- With Him remain- Who unto me - Gave - even as to All - A Fiction superseding Faith- By - so much - as 'twas real. |