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The face I carry with me — last — (poem 336)
by Emily Dickinson
The face I carry with me — last —
When I go out of Time —
To take my Rank — by — in the West —
That face — will just be thine —
I’ll hand it to the Angel —
That — Sir — was my Degree —
In Kingdoms — you have heard the Raised —
Refer to — possibly.
He’ll take it — scan it — step aside —
Return — with such a crown
As Gabriel — never capered at —
And beg me put it on —
And then — he’ll turn me round and round —
To an admiring sky —
As one that bore her Master’s name —
Sufficient Royalty!