Poems by Emily Dickinson: XV ("Each that we lose")
Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
XV
Each that we lose takes part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
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