Her Losses make our Gains ashamed —
She bore Life’s empty Pack
As gallantly as if the East
Were swinging at her Back.
Life’s empty Pack is heaviest,
As every Porter knows —
In vain to punish Honey —
It only sweeter grows.
Her Losses make our Gains ashamed —
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem Her Losses make our Gains ashamed —
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