This dirty — little — Heart
Is freely mine.
I won it with a Bun —
A Freckled shrine —

But eligibly fair
To him who sees
The Visage of the Soul
And not the knees.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem This dirty — little — Heart

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