That first Day when you praised Me Sweet
That first Day when you praised Me Sweet by Emily Dickinson
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,
And said that I was strong --
And could be mighty, if I liked --
That Day -- the Days among --
Glows Central -- like a Jewel
Between Diverging Golds --
The Minor One -- that gleamed behind --
And Vaster -- of the World's.
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