As By The Dead We Love To Sit

________________________________________________
Title:     As By The Dead We Love To Sit
Author: Emily Dickinson [More Titles by Dickinson]

As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here, --

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!

[The end]
Emily Dickinson's poem: As By The Dead We Love To Sit

________________________________________________



GO TO TOP OF SCREEN