Water is taught by thirst; Land, by the oceans passed; Transport, by throe; Peace, by its battles told; Love, by memorial mould; Birds, by the snow. - Emily Dickinson

This was in the white of the year — that — was in the green — drifts were as difficult then to think
as daisies now to be seen — Looking back is best that is left
or if it be — before — retrospection is prospect’s half,
sometimes, almost more.

Eternity, Presumption
The instant I perceive
That you who were Existence
Yourself forgot to live

So proud she was to die
It made us all ashamed
That what we cherished, so unknown
To her desire seemed.
So satisfied to go
Where none of us should be,
Immediately, that anguish stooped
Almost to jealousy.