We shun it ere it comes
Read 'We shun it ere it comes' by 'Emily Dickinson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
We shun it ere it comes,
Afraid of Joy,
Then sue it to delay
And lest it fly,
Beguile it more and more --
May not this be
Old Suitor Heaven,
Like our dismay at thee?
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