Author Emily Dickinson Frigid and sweet Her parting Face — Frigid and fleet my Feet — Alien and vain whatever Clime Acrid whatever Fate. Given to me without the Suit Riches and Name and Realm — Who was She to withold from me Penury and Home? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments