149 <br /> <br />She went as quiet as the Dew <br />From an Accustomed flower. <br />Not like the Dew, did she return <br />At the Accustomed hour! <br /> <br />She dropt as softly as a star <br />From out my summer's Eve— <br />Less skillful than Le Verriere <br />It's sorer to believe!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-went-as-quiet-as-the-dew/
