The Pile of Years is not so high
As when you came before
But it is rising every Day
From recollection’s Floor
And while by standing on my Heart
I still can reach the top
Efface the mountain with your face
And catch me ere I drop
The Pile of Years is not so high
Analysis, meaning and summary of Emily Dickinson's poem The Pile of Years is not so high
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I am sure that it is a dream in sleep.The face is only familliar