Emily Dickinson

(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886 / Amherst / Massachusetts)

Must Be A Woe - Poem by Emily Dickinson


Must be a Woe—
A loss or so—
To bend the eye
Best Beauty's way—

But—once aslant
It notes Delight
As difficult
As Stalactite

A Common Bliss
Were had for less—
The price—is
Even as the Grace—

Our lord—thought no
To pay—a Cross—

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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