She's happy, with a new Content --

She's happy, with a new Content --
That feels to her -- like Sacrament --
She's busy -- with an altered Care --
As just apprenticed to the Air --
She's tearful -- if she weep at all --
For blissful Causes -- Most of all
That Heaven permit so meek as her --
To such a Fate -- to Minister.

About Emily Dickinson

American poet known for her unconventional use of form and syntax. Most of her work was published posthumously.

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