360 <br /> <br />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—by themselves— <br />And then 'twas 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-significant/
