Emily Dickinson - What shall I do—it whimpers so lyrics

186 What shall I do—it whimpers so This little Hound within the Heart All day and night with bark and start And yet, it will not go Would you untie it, were you me Would it stop whining—if to Thee I sent it—even now? It should not tease you By your chair—or, on the mat Or if it dare—to climb your dizzy knee Or—sometimes at your side to run When you were willing Shall it come? Tell Carlo He'll tell me!