Death sets a thing significant <br />The eye had hurried by, <br />Except a perished creature <br />Entreat us tenderly <br /> <br />To ponder little workmanships <br />In crayon or in wool, <br />With 'This was last her fingers did,' <br />Industrious until <br /> <br />The thimble weighed too heavy, <br />The stitches stopped themselves, <br />And then 't was put among the dust <br />Upon the closet shelves. <br /> <br />A book I have, a friend gave, <br />Whose pencil, here and there, <br />Had notched the place that pleased him,-- <br />At rest his fingers are. <br /> <br />Now, when I read, I read not, <br />For interrupting tears <br />Obliterate the etchings <br />Too costly for repairs.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-sets-a-thing-of-signigicant/
