A Loss Of Something Ever Felt I


A loss of something ever felt I—
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was—of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out—

Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is—
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces—

And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—

by Emily Dickinson

Comments (20)

'Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect' - the two simple sentences of the poem that I liked.
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A beautiful poem this is...
Again it relates to the feelings on bereavement, parting, death when she was too young to understand what it is.............so poignantly narrated......excellent....thanks for sharing......10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
'I could recollect'! ! ! Thanks for sharing.
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