959 br br A loss of something ever felt I— br The first that I could recollect br Bereft I was—of what I knew not br Too young that any should suspect br br A Mourner walked among the children br I notwithstanding went about br As one bemoaning a Dominion br Itself the only Prince cast out— br br Elder, Today, a session wiser br And fainter, too, as Wiseness is— br I find myself still softly searching br For my Delinguent Palaces— br br And a Suspicion, like a Finger br Touches my Forehead now and then br That I am looking oppositely br For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—br br Emily Dickinsonbr br