Death leaves Us homesick, who behind,
Except that it is gone
Are ignorant of its Concern
As if it were not born.
Through all their former Places, we
Like Individuals go
Who something lost, the seeking for
Is all that's left them, now—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- A Slash Of Blue
- A Darting Fear&Mdash;A Pomp&Mdash;A Tear
- A Doubt If It Be Us
- A Day! Help! Help! Another Day!
- A Door Just Opened On A Street