Death Sets A Thing Significant
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Death sets a Thing significant
The Eye had hurried by
Except a perished Creature
Entreat us tenderly
To ponder little Workmanships
In Crayon, or in Wool,
With “This was last Her fingers did”-
Industrious until-
The Thimble weighed too heavy-
The stitches stopped-by themselves-
And then 'twas put among the Dust
Upon the Closet shelves-
A Book I have-a friend gave-
Whose Pencil-here and there-
Had notched the place that pleased Him-
At Rest-His fingers are-
Now-when I read-I read not-
For interrupting Tears-
Obliterate the Etchings
Too Costly for Repairs.
Emily Dickinson
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