Each that we lose takes part of us by Emily Dickinson Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides. Find Related Poems Poems About the Moon Poems About Loss Famous Poems About Death
Each that we lose takes part of us by Emily Dickinson Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.