Emily Dickinson Poem Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis Seasons since the Dimpled War
Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis my first night beneath the Sun
Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis good — the looking back on Grief —
Emily Dickinson Poem ‘Tis easier to pity those when dead
Emily Dickinson Poem Time’s wily Chargers will not wait
Emily Dickinson Poem Time does go on —
Emily Dickinson Poem Through what transports of Patience
Emily Dickinson Poem Through those old Grounds of memory
Category: Emily Dickinson
We turn not older with years, but newer every day.