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1605 Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.

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Each that we lose takes part of us;

1605 Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.

Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

1830 - 1886/Female/American