Words are to me fond presents <br />I've been left across the years, <br />For hope and faith have never changed, <br />And death and pain and tears. <br /> <br />She would have found me ill-refined, <br />Although my heart soars free. <br />Oh, to have been as she was, <br />Imprisoned in liberty. <br /> <br />And mine the daring to create <br />A melancholy verse, <br />From reading melancholy thoughts <br />As ancient as the earth. <br /> <br /> <br />*Jotted thoughts from reading Emily Dickinson.<br /><br />Adeline Foster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-135/
