999 <br /> <br />Superfluous were the Sun <br />When Excellence be dead <br />He were superfluous every Day <br />For every Day be said <br /> <br />That syllable whose Faith <br />Just saves it from Despair <br />And whose "I'll meet You" hesitates <br />If Love inquire "Where"? <br /> <br />Upon His dateless Fame <br />Our Periods may lie <br />As Stars that drop anonymous <br />From an abundant sky.<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/superfluous-were-the-sun/
