"I Want"&Mdash;It Pleaded&Mdash;All Its Life - Poem by Emily Dickinson

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"I want"—it pleaded—All its life—
I want—was chief it said
When Skill entreated it—the last—
And when so newly dead—


I could not deem it late—to hear
That single—steadfast sigh—
The lips had placed as with a "Please"
Toward Eternity—