We Miss Her, Not Because We See, by Emily Dickinson

We Miss Her, Not Because We See

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We miss Her, not because We see—

The Absence of an Eye—

Except its Mind accompany

Abridge Society

As slightly as the Routes of Stars—

Ourselves—asleep below—

We know that their superior Eyes

Include Us—as they go—

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901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,

350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—

XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,

870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”

Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.

It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -

332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—

I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,

16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!

Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!

A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!

928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony

I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live

FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!

XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.