The First Lesson

XXI. THE FIRST LESSON.

Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the place Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf, Clasped yet to him and me. And yet, my primer suits me so I would not choose a book to know Than that, be sweeter wise ; Might some one else so learned be, And leave me just my A B C, Himself could have the skies.

 

from Poems by Emily Dickinson (1890)
"The last night that she lived"	"The bustle in the house"

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