two fragments of emily d.

 

A quality of loss

                                                                    Affecting our content
                                                                    As trade had suddenly encroached
                                                                    Upon a sacrament.

                
                          So set its Sun in Thee
                          What Day be dark to me-
                          What distance-far-
                          So i the ships may see
                          That touch-how seldomly
                          Thy shore?