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If anybody's friend be dead
It's sharpest of the theme
The thinking how they walked alive-
At such and such a time-
Their costume, of a Sunday,
Some manner of the Hair-
A prank nobody knew but them
Lost, in the Sepulchre-
How warm, they were, on such a day,
You almost feel the date-
So short way off it seems-
And now-they're Centuries from that-
How pleased they were, at what you said-
You try to touch the smile
And dip your fingers in the frost-
When was it-Can you tell-
You asked the Company to tea-
Acquaintance-just a few-
And chatted close with this Grand Thing
That don't remember you-
Past Bows, and Invitations-
Past Interview, and Vow-
Past what Ourself can estimate-
That-makes the Quick of Woe!
If Anybody's Friend Be Dead
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: feel, friend, hair, lost, remember, smile, time, frost, touch, warm, short, sunday, company, Valentine's Day, estimate, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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