I've nothing else-to bring, You know

by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

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I've nothing else-to bring, You know-
So I keep bringing These-
Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars
To our familiar eyes-

Maybe, we shouldn't mind them-
Unless they didn't come-
Then-maybe, it would puzzle us
To find our way Home-





Last updated June 21, 2015