262 <br /> <br />The lonesome for they know not What— <br />The Eastern Exiles—be— <br />Who strayed beyond the Amber line <br />Some madder Holiday— <br /> <br />And ever since—the purple Moat <br />They strive to climb—in vain— <br />As Birds—that tumble from the clouds <br />Do fumble at the strain— <br /> <br />The Blessed Ether—taught them— <br />Some Transatlantic Morn— <br />When Heaven—was too common—to miss— <br />Too sure—to dote upon!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lonesome-for-they-know-not-what/
