Emily Dickinson - Till d**h—is narrow Loving lyrics

907 Till d**h—is narrow Loving The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness—be spent But He whose loss procures you Such Destitution that Your Life too abject for itself Thenceforward imitate Until—Resemblance perfect Yourself, for His pursuit Delight of Nature—abdicate Exhibit Love—somewhat