poems sent from dickinson to jackson

Of God we ask one favor,
That we may be forgiven -
For what, he is presumed to know -
The Crime, from us, is hidden -
Immured the whole of Life
Within a magic Prison
We reprimand the Happiness
That too competes with Heaven.

thomas johnson's note on poem 1601 | index to dickinson poems sent to jackson

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