Go Slow, My Soul, To Feed Thyself

Emily Dickinson


Go slow, my soul, to feed thyself
Upon his rare approach—
Go rapid, lest Competing Death
Prevail upon the Coach—
Go timid, should his final eye
Determine thee amiss—
Go boldly—for thou paid’st his price
Redemption—for a Kiss—

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