Emily Dickinson - Bereavement in their d**h to feel (645) lyrics

Bereavement in their d**h to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between— For Stranger—Strangers do not mourn— There be Immortal friends Whom d**h see first—'tis news of this That paralyze Ourselves— Who, vital only to Our Thought— Such Presence bear away In dying—'tis as if Our Souls Absconded—suddenly—