Poemsby Emily Dickinson

The Master


I've got an arrow here;
  Loving the hand that sent it,
I the dart revere.
Fell, they will say, in 'skirmish'!
  Vanquished, my soul will know,
By but a simple arrow
  Sped by an archer's bow.

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