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Fitter to see Him, I may be
For the long Hindrance-Grace-to Me-
With Summers, and with Winters, grow,
Some passing Year-A trait bestow
To make Me fairest of the Earth-
The Waiting-then-will seem so worth
I shall impute with half a pain
The blame that I was chosen-then-
Time to anticipate His Gaze-
It's first-Delight-and then-Surprise-
The turning o'er and o'er my face
For Evidence it be the Grace-
He left behind One Day-So less
He seek Conviction, That-be This-
I only must not grow so new
That He'll mistake-and ask for me
Of me-when first unto the Door
I go-to Elsewhere go no more-
I only must not change so fair
He'll sigh-”The Other-She-is Where?”
The Love, tho', will array me right
I shall be perfect-in His sight-
If He perceive the other Truth-
Upon an Excellenter Youth-
How sweet I shall not lack in Vain-
But gain-thro' loss-Through Grief-obtain-
The Beauty that reward Him best-
The Beauty of Demand-at Rest-
Fitter To See Him, I May Be
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: change, grief, loss, pain, perfect, time, truth, earth, sweet, long, mistake, face, door, delight, year, chosen, gaze, worth, demand, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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