Not In This World To See His Face Poem by Emily Dickinson
Not In This World To See His Face
Not in this world to see his face
Sounds long, until I read the place
Where this is said to be
But just the primer to a life
Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
Clasped yet to him and me.
And yet, my primer suits me so
I would not choose a book to know
Than that, be sweeter wise;
Might some one else so learned be.
And leave me just my A B C,
Himself could have the skies.
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4/19/2024 1:27:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
.........beautiful thoughts on writing ★