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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Of nearness to her sundered Things</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">607</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of nearness to her sundered Things<br>The Soul has special times—<br>When Dimness—looks the Oddity—<br>Distinctness—easy—se ems—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Shapes we buried, dwell about,<br>Familiar, in the Rooms—<br>Untarnished by the Sepulchre,<br>The Mouldering Playmate comes—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In just the Jacket that he wore—<br>Long buttoned in the Mold<br>Since we—old mornings, Children—played—<br>Divided—by a world—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Grave yields back her Robberies—<br>The Years, our pilfered Things—<br>Bright Knots of Apparitions<br>Salute us, with their wings—</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=385988" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">As we—it were—that perished—<br>Themself—had just remained till we rejoin them—<br>And 'twas they, and not ourself<br>That mourned.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Emily+Dickinson">Emily Dickinson</a></strong></div>