We Miss Her, Not Because We See, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

We Miss Her, Not Because We See

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We miss Her, not because We see—

The Absence of an Eye—

Except its Mind accompany

Abridge Society

As slightly as the Routes of Stars—

Ourselves—asleep below—

We know that their superior Eyes

Include Us—as they go—

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