778
This that would greet—an hour ago—
Is quaintest Distance—now—
Had it a Guest from Paradise—
Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
Had it a notice from the Noon
Nor beam would it nor warm—
Match me the Silver Reticence—
Match me the Solid Calm—
More verses by Emily Dickinson
- There Are Two Ripenings—one—of Sight
- Reverse Cannot Befall
- Least Rivers—docile To Some Sea
- They Have A Little Odor—that To Me
- I'M Sorry For The Dead—today