The Dying Need But Little, Dear,--

Emily Dickinson

The dying need but little, dear,--
   A glass of water's all,
A flower's unobtrusive face
   To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
   And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
   Perceives when you are gone.

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