Poems ✍️
  11.06.2025
  12

Author: Emily Dickinson

he grave my little cottage is

The grave my little cottage is,
Where 'Keeping house' for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting life unite
In strong society.


  Death love reunion Eternity

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