The Blunder Is In Estimate

Emily Dickinson

1684

The Blunder is in estimate.
Eternity is there
We say, as of a Station—
Meanwhile he is so near

He joins me in my Ramble—
Divides abode with me—
No Friend have I that so persists
As this Eternity.

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