88 <br /> <br />As by the dead we love to sit, <br />Become so wondrous dear— <br />As for the lost we grapple <br />Tho' all the rest are here— <br /> <br />In broken mathematics <br />We estimate our prize <br />Vast—in its fading ration <br />To our penurious eyes!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-by-the-dead-we-love-to-sit/
