The Poems of Emily Dickinson, Variorum Edition, Franklin, 1998
Emily Dickinson Archive
Where I have lost, I softer tread -I sow sweet flower from garden bed - I pause above that vanished head And mourn. Whom I have lost, I pious guardFrom accent harsh, or ruthless word - Feeling as if their pillow heard, Though stone! When I have lost, you'll know by this - A Bonnet black - A dusk surplice -A little tremor in my voice Like this! Why, I have lost, the people know Who dressed in frocks of purest snow Went home a century ago Next Bliss!