262 br br The lonesome for they know not What— br The Eastern Exiles—be— br Who strayed beyond the Amber line br Some madder Holiday— br br And ever since—the purple Moat br They strive to climb—in vain— br As Birds—that tumble from the clouds br Do fumble at the strain— br br The Blessed Ether—taught them— br Some Transatlantic Morn— br When Heaven—was too common—to miss— br Too sure—to dote upon!br br Emily Dickinsonbr br