These Fevered Days - to take them to the Forest
Where Waters cool around the mosses crawl -
And shade is all that devastates the stillness
Seems it sometimes this would be all -
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- 'Twas comfort in her Dying Room
- Whether they have forgotten
- The Beggar at the Door for Fame
- Praise it - 'tis dead -
- 'Tomorrow' - whose location