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Dickinson, Emily: Where I have lost, I softer tread — 104

Portre of Dickinson, Emily

Where I have lost, I softer tread — 104 (English)

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!

*Johnson: frocks

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