A Journal of Days
"Forever is composed of nows." Emily Dickinson
Friday, February 27, 2009
by Emily Dickenson
The Bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, -
The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity.
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