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You’ll find-it when you try to die-
The Easier to let go-
For recollecting such as went-
You could not spare-you know.
And though their places somewhat filled-
As did their Marble names
With Moss-they never grew so full-
You chose the newer names-
And when this World-sets further back-
As Dying-say it does-
The former love-distincter grows-
And supersedes the fresh-
And Thought of them-so fair invites-
It looks too tawdry Grace
To stay behind-with just the Toys
We bought-to ease their place-
(Emily Dickinson)
More Poetry from Emily Dickinson:
- Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Sic transit gloria mundi (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- I cannot live with You (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- The Wind begun to knead the Grass (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- One Year ago-jots what? (Emily Dickinson Poems)
- Your Riches - taugh (Emily Dickinson Poems)