To Lose Thee-sweeter Than To Gain

Emily Dickinson

1754

To lose thee—sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
’Tis true the drought is destitute,
But then, I had the dew!

The Caspian has its realms of sand,
Its other realm of sea.
Without the sterile perquisite,
No Caspian could be.

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