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Where I have lost, I softer tread-
I sow sweet flower from garden bed-
I pause above that vanished head
And mourn.
Whom I have lost, I pious guard
From accent harsh, or ruthless word-
Feeling as if their pillow heard,
Though stone!
When I have lost, you'll know by this-
A Bonnet black-A dusk surplice-
A little tremor in my voice
Like this!
Why, I have lost, the people know
Who dressed in flocks of purest snow
Went home a century ago
Next Bliss!
Where I Have Lost, I Softer Tread
Emily Dickinson
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Poem topics: flower, home, people, snow, voice, head, sweet, garden, pillow, century, black, mourn, stone, guard, I love you, I miss you, lost, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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