We do not know the time we lose —
The awful moment is
And takes its fundamental place
Among the certainties —

A firm appearance still inflates
The card — the chance — the friend —
The spectre of solidities
Whose substances are sand —

Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem We do not know the time we lose —

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