645 <br /> <br />Bereavement in their death to feel <br />Whom We have never seen— <br />A Vital Kinsmanship import <br />Our Soul and theirs—between— <br /> <br />For Stranger—Strangers do not mourn— <br />There be Immortal friends <br />Whom Death see first—'tis news of this <br />That paralyze Ourselves— <br /> <br />Who, vital only to Our Thought— <br />Such Presence bear away <br />In dying—'tis as if Our Souls <br />Absconded—suddenly—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bereavement-in-their-death-to-feel/
