Poems — Third Series by Emily Dickinson, Mabel Loomis Todd

The Dying Need but Little, Dear

The dying need but little, dear, — A glass of water's all, A flower's unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret, And certainly that one No color in the rainbow Perceives when you are gone.

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