Emily Dickinson

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

A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I - Poem by Emily Dickinson


A loss of something ever felt I—
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was—of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out—

Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is—
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces—

And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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