610 <br /> <br />You'll find—it when you try to die— <br />The Easier to let go— <br />For recollecting such as went— <br />You could not spare—you know. <br /> <br />And though their places somewhat filled— <br />As did their Marble names <br />With Moss—they never grew so full— <br />You chose the newer names— <br /> <br />And when this World—sets further back— <br />As Dying—say it does— <br />The former love—distincter grows— <br />And supersedes the fresh— <br /> <br />And Thought of them—so fair invites— <br />It looks too tawdry Grace <br />To stay behind—with just the Toys <br />We bought—to ease their place—<br /><br />Emily Dickinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-ll-find-it-when-you-try-to-die/
