You'll find -- it when you try to die by Emily Dickinson

You'll find -- it when you try to die --
The Easier to let go --
For recollecting such as went --
You could not spare -- you know.

And though their places somewhat filled --
As did their Marble names
With Moss -- they never grew so full --
You chose the newer names --

And when this World -- sets further back --
As Dying -- say it does --
The former love -- distincter grows --
And supersedes the fresh --

And Thought of them -- so fair invites --
It looks too tawdry Grace
To stay behind -- with just the Toys
We bought -- to ease their place --

by Emily Dickinson

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