Emily Dickinson - Surrender lyrics

Doubt me, my dim companion! Why, God would be content With but a fraction of the love Poured thee without a stint The whole of me, forever What more the woman can Say quick, that I may dower thee With last delight I own! It cannot be my spirit, For that was thine before I ceded all of dust I knew What opulence the more Had I, a humble maiden Whose farthest of degree Was that she might Some distant heaven Dwell timidly with thee!