 | Poems by Emily Dickinson |  |
149
[XXXVII. If I should n't be alive]
If I should n't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.
If I could n't thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!
| Poems by Emily Dickinson | |