The dying need but little, dear,-- <br /> A glass of water's all, <br />A flower's unobtrusive face <br /> To punctuate the wall, <br /> <br />A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret, <br /> And certainly that one <br />No color in the rainbow <br /> Perceives when you are gone.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dying-need-but-little-dear/
