في اخلاص ساعة واحدة نجاة العمر - Emily Dickinson

Forgive me if I never visit. I am from the fields, you know, and while quite at home with the dandelions, make a sorry figure in a drawing room.

Life is death we're lengthy at

"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 —