Poems — Third Series by Emily Dickinson, Mabel Loomis Todd

To Lose Thee, Sweeter Than to Gain

To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. 'T is true the drought is destitute, But then I had the dew!

The Caspian has its realms of sand, Its other realm of sea; Without the sterile perquisite No Caspian could be.

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