We Cover Thee—Sweet Face by Emily Dickinson Lyrics

482

We Cover Thee—Sweet Face
Not that We tire of Thee
But that Thyself fatigue of Us
Remember—as Thou go
We follow Thee until
Thou notice Us—no more
And then—reluctant—turn away
To Con Thee o'er and o'er

And blame the scanty love
We were Content to show
Augmented—Sweet—a Hundred fold
If Thou would'st take it—now