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Poems, Second Series
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XIV.
HE put the belt around my life,-
I heard the buckle snap,
And turned away, imperial,
My lifetime folding up
Deliberate, as a duke would do
A kingdom’s title-deed,-
Henceforth a dedicated sort,
A member of the cloud.
Yet not too far to come at call,
And do the little toils
That make the circuit of the rest,
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine
And kindly ask it in,-
Whose invitation, knew you not
For whom I must decline?
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Chicago:
Emily Dickinson, "XIV.," Poems, Second Series Original Sources, accessed July 11, 2025, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQZHMYTJVMN4KRL.
MLA:
Dickinson, Emily. "XIV." Poems, Second Series, Original Sources. 11 Jul. 2025. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQZHMYTJVMN4KRL.
Harvard:
Dickinson, E, 'XIV.' in Poems, Second Series. Original Sources, retrieved 11 July 2025, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=KQZHMYTJVMN4KRL.
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