Where I have lost, I softer tread

Where I have lost, I softer tread—
I sow sweet flower from garden bed—
I pause above that vanished head
  And mourn.

Whom I have lost, I pious guard
From accent harsh, or ruthless word—
Feeling as if their pillow heard,
  Though stone!

When I have lost, you'll know by this—
A Bonnet black—A dusk surplice—
A little tremor in my voice
  Like this!

Why, I have lost, the people know
Who dressed in flocks of purest snow
Went home a century ago
  Next Bliss!

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Emily Dickinson

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson was an American poet. more…

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