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ClassicsEmily Dickinson
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between— For Stranger—Strangers do not mourn— There be Immortal friends Whom Death see first—’tis news of this That paralyze Ourselves— Who, vital only to Our Thought— Such Presence bear away In dying—’tis as if Our Souls Absconded—suddenly—
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Bereavement in their death to feel
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between— For Stranger—Strangers do not mourn— There be Immortal friends Whom Death see first—’tis news of this That paralyze Ourselves— Who, vital only to Our Thought— Such Presence bear away In dying—’tis as if Our Souls Absconded—suddenly—
Emily Dickinson
Classics
Emily Dickinson
1830 - 1886/Female/American