There is always something beautiful, deep, and tender when Emily Dickinson writes on love.
This one is no different- telling a loved one that if they would meet at a time in the future, the poet would put up with the angst of time spent waiting for them.
I saw angst because that's what I feel her convey when she writes these verses- after all, waiting for a loved one is truly, madly, deeply frustrating and can make one lose their mind!
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