A loss of something ever felt I

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

959

A loss of something ever felt I -
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was - of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out -

Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is -
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces -

And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven -




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