482 <br /> <br />We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— <br />Not that We tire of Thee— <br />But that Thyself fatigue of Us— <br />Remember—as Thou go— <br />We follow Thee until <br />Thou notice Us—no more— <br />And then—reluctant—turn away <br />To Con Thee o'er and o'er— <br /> <br />And blame the scanty love <br />We were Content to show— <br />Augmented—Sweet—a Hundred fold— <br />If Thou would'st take it—now—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-cover-thee-sweet-face/
