Poem

Death leaves Us homesick, who behind

Emily Dickinson
935 Death leaves Us homesick, who behind, Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places, we Like Individuals go Who something lost, the seeking for Is all that's left them, now—

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