Did Our Best Moment Last, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

Did Our Best Moment Last

393

Did Our Best Moment last—

‘Twould supersede the Heaven—

A few—and they by Risk—procure—

So this Sort—are not given—

Except as stimulants—in

Cases of Despair—

Or Stupor—The Reserve—

These Heavenly Moments are—

A Grant of the Divine—

That Certain as it Comes—

Withdraws—and leaves the dazzled Soul

In her unfurnished Rooms

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