104 <br /> <br />Where I have lost, I softer tread— <br />I sow sweet flower from garden bed— <br />I pause above that vanished head <br /> And mourn. <br /> <br />Whom I have lost, I pious guard <br />From accent harsh, or ruthless word— <br />Feeling as if their pillow heard, <br /> Though stone! <br /> <br />When I have lost, you'll know by this— <br />A Bonnet black—A dusk surplice— <br />A little tremor in my voice <br /> Like this! <br /> <br />Why, I have lost, the people know <br />Who dressed in flocks of purest snow <br />Went home a century ago <br /> Next Bliss!<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-i-have-lost-i-softer-tread/
