Not in this world to see his face <br />Sounds long, until I read the place <br />Where this is said to be <br />But just the primer to a life <br />Unopened, rare, upon the shelf, <br />Clasped yet to him and me. <br /> <br />And yet, my primer suits me so <br />I would not choose a book to know <br />Than that, be sweeter wise; <br />Might some one else so learned be. <br />And leave me just my A B C, <br />Himself could have the skies.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-in-this-world-to-see-his-face/
