Emily Dickinson - Death sets a thing of signigicant

Emily Dickinson - Death sets a thing of signigicant

Death sets a thing significant br The eye had hurried by, br Except a perished creature br Entreat us tenderly br br To ponder little workmanships br In crayon or in wool, br With 'This was last her fingers did,' br Industrious until br br The thimble weighed too heavy, br The stitches stopped themselves, br And then 't was put among the dust br Upon the closet shelves. br br A book I have, a friend gave, br Whose pencil, here and there, br Had notched the place that pleased him,-- br At rest his fingers are. br br Now, when I read, I read not, br For interrupting tears br Obliterate the etchings br Too costly for repairs.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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