Emily Dickinson - We Cover Thee—Sweet Face lyrics

482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face Not that We tire of Thee But that Thyself fatigue of Us Remember—as Thou go We follow Thee until Thou notice Us—no more And then—reluctant—turn away To Con Thee o'er and o'er And blame the scanty love We were Content to show Augmented—Sweet—a Hundred fold If Thou would'st take it—now