DESIRE - Who never wanted, -- maddest joy
Who never wanted, -- maddest joy / Remains to him unknown:
BEAUTY crowds me till I die
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BEAUTY crowds me till I die,
Beauty, mercy have on me!
But if I expire today,
Let it be in sight of thee.
More poems by Emily Dickinson
MOTHER NATURE - Nature, the gentlest mother
Nature, the gentlest mother, / Impatient of no child,
It was too late for man
It was too late for man, / But early yet for God;
LOST FAITH - To lose one's faith surpasses
To lose one's faith surpasses / The loss of an estate,