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I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because-because if he should die
While I was gone, and I-too late-
Should reach the heart that wanted me;If I should disappoint the eyes
That hunted, hunted so, to see,
And could not bear to shut until
They "noticed" me-they noticed me;If I should stab the patient faith
So sure I'd come-so sure I'd come
It listening, listening, went to sleep
Telling my tardy name,-My heart would wish it broke before
Since breaking then, since breaking then,
Were useless as next morning's sun,
Where midnight frosts had lain!
Emily Dickinson