Love and Sad Poems
Proud of my Broken Heart
by Emily Dickinson (1830 - 1886)

Proud of my broken heart, since thou didst break it.
Proud of the pain, I did not feel ‘till thee.
Proud of my night, since thou, with moons, dos't shake it.
Not to partake thy passion, -my humility

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