Poems By Emily Dickinson

Heart, we will forget him!
 You and I to-night!
You may forget the warmth he gave,
 I will forget the light.


When you have done, pray tell me,
 That I my thoughts may dim;
Haste! lest while you're lagging,
 I may remember him!

    

Fate slew him, but he did not drop;
 She felled-he did not fall-
Impaled him on her fiercest stakes-
 He neutralized them all.


She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
 But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved, regarded her,
 Acknowledged him a man.

    

Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it,
 Proud of the pain I did not feel till thee,
Proud of my night since thou with moons dost slake it,
 Not to partake thy passion, my humility