‘Tis not the swaying frame we miss,
It is the steadfast Heart,
That had it beat a thousand years,
With Love alone had bent,
Its fervor the electric Oar,
That bore it through the Tomb,
Ourselves, denied the privilege,
Consolelessly presume —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem ‘Tis not the swaying frame we miss,

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