If I Should'nt Be Alive

A poem by Emily Dickinson

If I should n't Be Alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A memorial crumb.

If I could n't thank you,
Being just asleep,
You will know I'm trying
With my granite lip!

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