Of Glory not a Beam is left
But her Eternal House --
The Asterisk is for the Dead,
The Living, for the Stars --
“Of Glory not a Beam is left” (1685) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]
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the early blooms
are wilted; they’ll be gone when
the tight buds open.

the low morning sun
burns through gray clouds; the
still lake looks iced over

a bloom falls to earth;
lit up by the morning sun,
it glows… for a time.