I've nothing else—to bring, You know—, par Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

I've nothing else—to bring, You know—

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I've nothing else—to bring, You know—

So I keep bringing These—

Just as the Night keeps fetching Stars

To our familiar eyes—

Maybe, we shouldn't mind them—

Unless they didn't come—

Then—maybe, it would puzzle us

To find our way Home—

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