Poems by Emily Dickinson : 966 / 1084« To put this World down, like a
To this World she returned»
To see her is a Picture
To see her is a Picture —
To hear her is a Tune —
To know her an Intemperance
As innocent as June —
To know her not — Affliction —
To own her for a Friend
A warmth as near as if the Sun
Were shining in your Hand.