Nor was I hungry - so I found That Hunger - was a way Of Persons outside Windows The Entering - takes away. - Emily Dickinson

"Long Years apart — can make no"

Long Years apart — can make no
Breach a second cannot fill — The absence of the Witch does not
Invalidate the spell — The embers of a Thousand Years
Uncovered by the Hand
That fondled them when they were Fire
Will stir and understand —

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

If you were coming in the Fall,
I'd brush the Summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As Housewives do a Fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls — And put them each in separate Drawers,
For fear the numbers fuse — If only Centuries, delayed,
I'd count them on my Hand,
Subtracting, till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemen's land.

If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
I ’d toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.

But, now, uncertain of the length
Of this, that is between,
It goads me, like the Goblin Bee,
That will not state — its sting.