There is another Loneliness, di Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

There is another Loneliness

That many die without -

Not want of friend occasions it

Or circumstances of Lot

But nature, sometimes, sometimes thought

And whoso it befall

Is richer than could be revealed

By mortal numeral

#Americans #Women #XIXCentury

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