Emily Dickinson

She Went As Quiet As The Dew

poem 149

She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour! She dropt as softly as a star From out my summer’s Eve Less skillful than Le Verriere It’s sorer to believe!

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