I know lives, I could miss
Without a Misery —
Others — whose instant’s wanting —
Would be Eternity —
The last — a scanty Number —
‘Twould scarcely fill a Two —
The first — a Gnat’s Horizon
Could easily outgrow —
I know lives, I could miss
Without a Misery —
Others — whose instant’s wanting —
Would be Eternity —
The last — a scanty Number —
‘Twould scarcely fill a Two —
The first — a Gnat’s Horizon
Could easily outgrow —
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The people I really like are so few, but those few I adore.
this poem is short, but has great meaning. it is about how many people she would not miss if they were to depart. she would only miss two people…interesting.