(134) THAT she forgot me was the least, I felt it second pain, That I was worthy to forget What most I thought upon. Faithful, was all that I could boast, But Constancy became, To her, by her innominate, A something like a shame.
-Emily Dickinson
a 501(c)(3): "Empowerment through Self-Expression"
(134) THAT she forgot me was the least, I felt it second pain, That I was worthy to forget What most I thought upon. Faithful, was all that I could boast, But Constancy became, To her, by her innominate, A something like a shame.
-Emily Dickinson