There is another Loneliness
That many die without -
Not want of friend occasions it
Or circumstances of Lot
But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought
And whoso it befall
Is richer than could be revealed
By mortal numeral
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- The Lonesome For They Know Not What
- The Day That I Was Crowned
- He Who In Himself Believes
- Shells From The Coast Mistaking
- This&Mdash;Is The Land&Mdash;The Sunset Washes