The Single Hound: Poems of a Lifetime by Emily Dickinson, Martha Dickinson Bianchi

The Missing All Prevented Me

THE missing All prevented me From missing minor things. If nothing larger than a World's Departure from a hinge, Or Sun's extinction be observed, 'Twas not so large that I Could lift my forehead from my work For curiosity.

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