907 <br /> <br />Till Death—is narrow Loving— <br />The scantest Heart extant <br />Will hold you till your privilege <br />Of Finiteness—be spent— <br /> <br />But He whose loss procures you <br />Such Destitution that <br />Your Life too abject for itself <br />Thenceforward imitate— <br /> <br />Until—Resemblance perfect— <br />Yourself, for His pursuit <br />Delight of Nature—abdicate— <br />Exhibit Love—somewhat—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/till-death-is-narrow-loving/
