Emily Dickinson

Tis Good The Looking Back On Grief

poem 660

‘Tis good the looking back on Grief To re-endure a Day We thought the Mighty Funeral Of All Conceived Joy To recollect how Busy Grass Did meddle one by one Till all the Grief with Summer waved And none could see the stone. And though the Woe you have Today Be larger As the Sea Exceeds its Unremembered Drop They’re Water equally

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