She Went as Quiet as the Dew, by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson

She Went as Quiet as the Dew

149

She went as quiet as the Dew

From an Accustomed flower.

Not like the Dew, did she return

At the Accustomed hour!

She dropt as softly as a star

From out my summer’s Eve—

Less skillful than Le Verriere

It’s sorer to believe!

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