Beauty crowds me till I die
Beauty crowds me till I die Beauty mercy have on me But if I expire today Let it be in sight of thee --
Emily Dickinson
Beauty crowds me till I die Beauty mercy have on me But if I expire today Let it be in sight of thee --
Beauty, for the speaker, feels like an unbearable pressure—it's not just admired, it “crowds” her toward death. She begs it for mercy, yet if she must die, her only condition is that it happen while she gazes at her beloved.
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