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Sweet, to have had them lost
For news that they be saved—
The nearer they departed Us
The nearer they, restored,
Shall stand to Our Right Hand—
Most precious and the Dead—
Next precious
Those that rose to go—
Then thought of Us, and stayed.
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Angle Of A Landscape
- For Largest Woman's Hearth I Knew
- Fame Is The Tine That Scholars Leave
- One Year Ago—jots What?
- I Never Lost As Much But Twice