959 <br /> <br />A loss of something ever felt I— <br />The first that I could recollect <br />Bereft I was—of what I knew not <br />Too young that any should suspect <br /> <br />A Mourner walked among the children <br />I notwithstanding went about <br />As one bemoaning a Dominion <br />Itself the only Prince cast out— <br /> <br />Elder, Today, a session wiser <br />And fainter, too, as Wiseness is— <br />I find myself still softly searching <br />For my Delinguent Palaces— <br /> <br />And a Suspicion, like a Finger <br />Touches my Forehead now and then <br />That I am looking oppositely <br />For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-loss-of-something-ever-felt-i/
